LotusOnBuddha
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Good lord, a little plastic surgery and I am suddenly the epicenter for the crazy /emotionally stunted/ and communication challenged.
Is it too much to ask for guys to have themselves sorted out upstairs before they decided to dive into the dating pool.
So my first case of the bazaar. Saturday morning, i get a call from my friend Brock, he wants to meet for lunch, no biggie, nothing abnormal. So we're having lunch, and he's tell me the tale of his latest failed relationship, when he stops and looks at me for a long second, i assume i've made a mess or look stupid. But no, he questions me as to why we didn't work out. We dated a long long time ago. For whatever reason i chose to lay it on him. I told him that he needs to learn to communicate how he feels, ya we had fun but i never felt anything other than "friendship" from him. He wasn't affectionate, he has/had a hard time showing his feelings for a person. And when i would bring up the topic of "where are we going, what are we doing?" he would always give me these non-committal replies. So i explained to him that its the same thing he's doing now. The guys he dates now get tired of being in limbo, the same way i did. I think limbo is good for a little while, so you can figure out if you want to go further, but at some point either you take that step forward or it ends. So i tell him this, and he rebutles, that he did tell me he wanted a relationship, which is true he did, as i was telling him, i wanted to be just friends. He then stated he still had feelings for me, and i told him, i think we are better as friends.
I was feeling really good saturday night, and my friends wanted me to come brave the nightlife. So i took my new chest on its maiden voyage into the sea's of philadelphia's scene. My new pec implants arent way bigger than the ones they replaced, but they definatly stretch my tee's out a little more in the chest, im also still a little swollen. But it looks awesome!
Things were going great, i was having fun, chatting up new guys. Dancing, getting crazy with my friends. When who should appear, but my ex. The one who was oh so opposed to plastic surgery. He admitted they didnt look fake, he's the king of the back handed compliment. I smiled and thanked him, and turned back to the bar to order my drink and continue talking to this uber cute guy. My ex didn't get the hint that i didn't want to talk to him. And proceeded to ask me if i would come talk with him outside, he had some stuff he wanted to say, and he wanted to apologize. Now being single for 2 weeks, i've realized how much i enjoy not dealing with his controlling/ egotistical crap. So i told him, i would accept an apology for the rather hurtful things he said, but that there was nothing else to talk about. Him being him he pushed the subject and even tried to pull me out of the bar by my arm. Which went over like a ton of bricks. Was it a little jerky of me to not have heard him out? Maybe, but i dont think things would be different a 2nd time around. They might have been better for a little while, but knowing him the way i do, he would have gone back to being a major tool in a month or two. And i rather enjoy my bouts of single-hood. I like having to not deal with someone else's latest crisis. Or their crazy ass opinions about whatever.
Maybe I'm the crazy one because I'm not easy shook up, or i dont fly off the handle about things. Or because i'm direct and to the point. i don't dick around, if something pisses me off, i take care of it. I don't fume about it or get all passive aggressive. if i like someone i tell them. If i want to spend more time with them...i tell them. I dont wait around for them to say it first, or "test" them.
It seems i need a new city! Philly is teeming with 2 types of guys, either ones like my friend Brock or ones like my ex. Where have all the sane guys gone?
Ok i'm getting off my soap box.
Is it too much to ask for guys to have themselves sorted out upstairs before they decided to dive into the dating pool.
So my first case of the bazaar. Saturday morning, i get a call from my friend Brock, he wants to meet for lunch, no biggie, nothing abnormal. So we're having lunch, and he's tell me the tale of his latest failed relationship, when he stops and looks at me for a long second, i assume i've made a mess or look stupid. But no, he questions me as to why we didn't work out. We dated a long long time ago. For whatever reason i chose to lay it on him. I told him that he needs to learn to communicate how he feels, ya we had fun but i never felt anything other than "friendship" from him. He wasn't affectionate, he has/had a hard time showing his feelings for a person. And when i would bring up the topic of "where are we going, what are we doing?" he would always give me these non-committal replies. So i explained to him that its the same thing he's doing now. The guys he dates now get tired of being in limbo, the same way i did. I think limbo is good for a little while, so you can figure out if you want to go further, but at some point either you take that step forward or it ends. So i tell him this, and he rebutles, that he did tell me he wanted a relationship, which is true he did, as i was telling him, i wanted to be just friends. He then stated he still had feelings for me, and i told him, i think we are better as friends.
I was feeling really good saturday night, and my friends wanted me to come brave the nightlife. So i took my new chest on its maiden voyage into the sea's of philadelphia's scene. My new pec implants arent way bigger than the ones they replaced, but they definatly stretch my tee's out a little more in the chest, im also still a little swollen. But it looks awesome!
Things were going great, i was having fun, chatting up new guys. Dancing, getting crazy with my friends. When who should appear, but my ex. The one who was oh so opposed to plastic surgery. He admitted they didnt look fake, he's the king of the back handed compliment. I smiled and thanked him, and turned back to the bar to order my drink and continue talking to this uber cute guy. My ex didn't get the hint that i didn't want to talk to him. And proceeded to ask me if i would come talk with him outside, he had some stuff he wanted to say, and he wanted to apologize. Now being single for 2 weeks, i've realized how much i enjoy not dealing with his controlling/ egotistical crap. So i told him, i would accept an apology for the rather hurtful things he said, but that there was nothing else to talk about. Him being him he pushed the subject and even tried to pull me out of the bar by my arm. Which went over like a ton of bricks. Was it a little jerky of me to not have heard him out? Maybe, but i dont think things would be different a 2nd time around. They might have been better for a little while, but knowing him the way i do, he would have gone back to being a major tool in a month or two. And i rather enjoy my bouts of single-hood. I like having to not deal with someone else's latest crisis. Or their crazy ass opinions about whatever.
Maybe I'm the crazy one because I'm not easy shook up, or i dont fly off the handle about things. Or because i'm direct and to the point. i don't dick around, if something pisses me off, i take care of it. I don't fume about it or get all passive aggressive. if i like someone i tell them. If i want to spend more time with them...i tell them. I dont wait around for them to say it first, or "test" them.
It seems i need a new city! Philly is teeming with 2 types of guys, either ones like my friend Brock or ones like my ex. Where have all the sane guys gone?
Ok i'm getting off my soap box.
....now maybe thats the problem....
I got pretty deep there...better shove me in the shallow water before i get too deep
