Awhile back, Brea sweetly requested that I expound on the details of my disastrous dating adventures. Well, now that I’m safely within the (loving) confines of a relationship, I feel comfortable enough to spill the dirt. In summary:
There was the one who followed me upstairs and asked if he could watch me change ~creepiness~!!
The one who sized me up over his burger, told me I smelled nice as we parted and never called again.
The Jack-of-all-everything, who I was completely compatible with but who wasn’t interested in a long term thing.
The one whose life I touched forever.
The dark horse in the running with the brilliant mind, the chain smoking distantly unavailable one.
The one who touched my life forever, when he didn’t take no as no.
The sweet musician who brought me dinner and took me to a concert, also never to be seen or heard from again.
The one who failed to mention the wife with a baby on the way (thank goodness I found this out before we were to meet).
The chemically imbalanced unemployed newly divorced with redneck tendencies oh need I go on?
The one I had so much in common with, who was witty and smart and funny in his emails, but stood me up.
The boy in the broken grown up body, with no clue, no clue at all (except when it came to the exact spot I like my neck kissed)…
It has been an interesting journey, to say the least. Lots of bumps and twists in the road. Lots of insight gained about human nature, beliefs, intentions, manners, customs, and personalities. I think I learned more about myself than anything. What it is that I want, how I wish to be treated, how my level of self respect and self esteem is directly reflected back at me by the choices I make and the people I interact with.
Well, I’ve just got one thing to say.
I’m done kissing reptiles.