I Hope You Hear This Song and It Pisses You Off
(Raise your hand if you get that 80s reference)
To recap, Flyboy did indeed call Wednesday night. The conversation went…fine…no mention was made of his asshole email or follow up text. In fact, the first words out of my mouth were, “So are we having some pissing contest I’m not aware of to see who can be the most stubborn?” He laughed and said he’d been really busy, flying his ass off. Whatever.
Whilst we were talking, he was going over his upcoming weekend and mentioned he may have to get someone to take him to a neighboring city that he’d had to fly out of. Said city happens to be where my Brother the Prince resides and before I could stop myself I said, “Oh, I’d love to go see my Brother the Prince!”
I hate when I do shit like that. It sounded like I was begging to drive from where I live to Memphis and then on to neighboring city just as an excuse to see him. Honestly, it wasn’t. It was just my freaking mouth engaging before the mind had given the go ahead.
He smoothly recovered and said, “Oh, yeah, I had forgotten Brother the Prince lives up there.” He went on to casually drop into the conversation that he’d have his daughter all weekend. So that takes care of that.
Still, though, a tactical error on my part. Like Internet Quasi-Celebrity Jason Mulgrew says, it always pays to be the party least interested. (I wish I would take the time to link to his post on that.)
He called last night and we talked briefly; he was tired and getting up at the buttcrack of dawn this morning.
Here’s the thing. After being so emotionally overwrought for a couple of days, I’m not sure what I have left for him. I had resigned myself, nay convinced myself, that I’d not hear from him again, had mourned our brief “relationship” or whatever and when I felt I had sufficiently beat myself up about it, felt I was “moving on.” (Whenever I say something I feel stupid saying, I put it in quotes to add irony so I don’t feel like such a butthead.)
The conversation Wednesday evening reminded me a lot of the polite and pleasant conversations I had with the Sheriff and Ted following our dates…you just know something has changed but not sure how/what/why. That’s what it felt like.
Life Coach Laura had convinced me a while back to always have a few balls in the air, to never but ever, put all my eggs in one basket. Not until said guy has sufficiently proved himself, anyway. Which sounds good in theory. However, the problem I have with that is that when one of these things go south and they always do in my experience, there are a couple of guys on deck already. Per Laura’s advice, I continue to communicate (casually – I’m not a complete cyberslut) with a guy or two. So when one thing blows up in my face, another guy seems to be ready to step up to the plate. On the heels of the Sheriff came Ted. After Ted was Flyboy.
All this to say, I have a hard time quitting dating cold turkey after a bad experience because there are always a couple of other guys who I’m beginning to get to know.
Case in point, there’s a cool guy in Jackson who’d like to meet me tomorrow. Another one in Baton Rouge who is emailing. I could conceivably go to Jackson tomorrow but I’d need to be back by 3:00 in order to pick up dear son. I don’t know. What do you think?
To recap, Flyboy did indeed call Wednesday night. The conversation went…fine…no mention was made of his asshole email or follow up text. In fact, the first words out of my mouth were, “So are we having some pissing contest I’m not aware of to see who can be the most stubborn?” He laughed and said he’d been really busy, flying his ass off. Whatever.
Whilst we were talking, he was going over his upcoming weekend and mentioned he may have to get someone to take him to a neighboring city that he’d had to fly out of. Said city happens to be where my Brother the Prince resides and before I could stop myself I said, “Oh, I’d love to go see my Brother the Prince!”
I hate when I do shit like that. It sounded like I was begging to drive from where I live to Memphis and then on to neighboring city just as an excuse to see him. Honestly, it wasn’t. It was just my freaking mouth engaging before the mind had given the go ahead.
He smoothly recovered and said, “Oh, yeah, I had forgotten Brother the Prince lives up there.” He went on to casually drop into the conversation that he’d have his daughter all weekend. So that takes care of that.
Still, though, a tactical error on my part. Like Internet Quasi-Celebrity Jason Mulgrew says, it always pays to be the party least interested. (I wish I would take the time to link to his post on that.)
He called last night and we talked briefly; he was tired and getting up at the buttcrack of dawn this morning.
Here’s the thing. After being so emotionally overwrought for a couple of days, I’m not sure what I have left for him. I had resigned myself, nay convinced myself, that I’d not hear from him again, had mourned our brief “relationship” or whatever and when I felt I had sufficiently beat myself up about it, felt I was “moving on.” (Whenever I say something I feel stupid saying, I put it in quotes to add irony so I don’t feel like such a butthead.)
The conversation Wednesday evening reminded me a lot of the polite and pleasant conversations I had with the Sheriff and Ted following our dates…you just know something has changed but not sure how/what/why. That’s what it felt like.
Life Coach Laura had convinced me a while back to always have a few balls in the air, to never but ever, put all my eggs in one basket. Not until said guy has sufficiently proved himself, anyway. Which sounds good in theory. However, the problem I have with that is that when one of these things go south and they always do in my experience, there are a couple of guys on deck already. Per Laura’s advice, I continue to communicate (casually – I’m not a complete cyberslut) with a guy or two. So when one thing blows up in my face, another guy seems to be ready to step up to the plate. On the heels of the Sheriff came Ted. After Ted was Flyboy.
All this to say, I have a hard time quitting dating cold turkey after a bad experience because there are always a couple of other guys who I’m beginning to get to know.
Case in point, there’s a cool guy in Jackson who’d like to meet me tomorrow. Another one in Baton Rouge who is emailing. I could conceivably go to Jackson tomorrow but I’d need to be back by 3:00 in order to pick up dear son. I don’t know. What do you think?
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