When I was twenty-one I had my appendix out. My surgeon was not that great and he left me a few abdominal scars. Every once in awhile, these scars will still be uncomfortable. Not painful, just annoying. I think that’s the way it is with broken hearts. In the beginning, as soon as your heart starts to heal, you feel the pain like it is ripping apart. With time, you no longer feel like you’re going to split right open and cry, but something will happen and you feel the tug at the scar once again.
CS gave me my closure call a little over a week ago. We had a civil conversation, decided to remain in contact and see what happens, i.e. if we could develop a friendship. He apologized, which I appreciated. He also said he didn’t think we’d ever see each other again. Our main communication since we’ve broken up had been through Snapchat. I blocked him a few days ago because every time I see his name, it hits me in the gut that I was again passed over for someone else.
The same day I blocked him, I decided to dive head first back into dating again. (It’s been harder for me to find a date this time than it was previously. My heart was not in it. Fear of rejection). My first date was a guy named RS. We chatted all day and discovered he worked right down the road from my restaurant. He came in at the end of my shift. Now, this is how I know I wasn’t ready to do this. I’m a very girly-girl. I love makeup, hair, clothes, and shoes. I met this guy in my t-shirt and jeans and those god awful non-slip shoes. He was pretty. All my co-workers could not stop staring at him. But I’m not attracted to “pretty boys”. We had a few drinks. Made out in the car for a few minutes. He texted me when he got home, I never texted back. (Is this considered ghosting? After one date?) My work friends were in shock. But again, I’m a firm believer in chemistry.
I did something I never do. I matched with a guy who I could barely see on a pic, but loved his profile. We chatted for a bit on a messenger app. He told me that he was from the next state over but here about once a month working on his Ph.D. He then told me he was married but was just looking for friends to hang out with, nothing sexual necessarily, just friends. I told him I’d have to think on that one. He then continued to hound me to the point where I had to block him on the dating app and the messenger site. Fast forward two days later to Friday. I am at my usual bar. A guy comes over and starts talking to me. A really, really cute guy who’s just my type. We talk and I introduce myself , to which he replies we’ve met once a month since October and I’ve introduced myself to him every time. Now, I’m a bit of a drinker but I think I’d remember meeting someone four times. TM proceeds to tell me how he comes to this bar once a month. When he’s in town. From the next state over where he lives. Because he’s working on his Ph.D. Fuck. This can’t be a coincidence. So I unblock the dude on the messenger app and send a message and looked across the bar, and saw him check his phone immediately after I sent the message. I went back up to him and said “soooo…..”, to which he responded “I’ve got a date coming here. Please don’t tell her I’m married.” Uh, that’s on you homeboy. Come to find out, he met Tandy in October, so it’s possible I could have met him then. I don’t think he was stalking me to my bar. I do, however, believe that he knew it was me when we matched. He actually had a bit to drink and turned out to be a dick, who tried to convince me to do a threesome with his date. To which I declined.
And last night. The story of how my being spontaneous turned out to be reckless. And I was actually scared. I matched with YR Saturday morning. We had no conversation all day beyond agreeing to meet for a drink. I’ve never met someone without any getting to know them at all. But fun is what I needed. To be wild. We met at the usual bar. He is 6’6 and damn good looking. I kept getting a feeling that he was a shady character. He’d spent the last three months on vacation in a foreign country, and did not work. And drove a brand new luxury car. But I was determined to be wild. He’d had a little bit to drink when I got there, and told me he had very low tolerance for alcohol. We did a couple of Cafe Patron shots mixed with Baileys (great shot, it’s called a Baby Guinness). When I was on my second drink, he pulled me near him and said “Let’s get out of here and go fuck”, to which I agreed, on the contingency we use a condom. We ended up parking in front of his house and hooking up in the back of my car with third row seating folded down. (I don’t know why I’ve never done this, it’s actually as much room as a bed.) If I thought NFL player skull fucked me, it was nothing compared to YR. CS once told me he’d had girls “tap out” before because he’s so big. I am grateful for him right now giving me that idea, because I had to tap out. Close to ten inches down my throat and he refused to let me breathe. And it still didn’t work. He finally yanked me up by my hair, and asked “are you ready to fuck me now slut?” He grabbed the condom and pulled me on top. After riding him for a few minutes, he turned me around to fuck me from behind. It lasted all of about three minutes. I had a surprise after when I stood up to put my pants on. He’d pulled the condom off, and came inside me. Without my permission. FUUUCCCKKK….. STD testing here I come next week. He then proceeded to almost throw up in my car. He got out the car, and told me he wanted to see me again the next day. I told him I just wanted to go home. This dude could be the poster child for the guy you’re warned against on online dating. (He also called me twice this morning. I blocked).
Finally, there’s LM. He comes off so non-douche bag. He’s also on the rebound. We’ve chatted for three days trying to get our schedules together. We’ve talked about everything under the sun. Sent pics of our kids to each other. It really scares me to see myself opening up again so fast. I’ve blocked my potential emotions out but who knows when we finally meet this week? He can definitely sense that I’m starting to back off from him. Spacing out our texts more and more. Am I ready? I guess it’s just a leap of faith.
It’s been a fun week. Or at least an interesting one.