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Turkey With a Side of Adultery

Holidays aren’t just for shaving my brother’s back, they’re also for catching up on hometown gossip. I come from a fairly small town of about 4,000 people, so I am always interested in what’s going on back home in “Peyton Place”. This year, the turkey wasn’t the only juicy tidbit I got. My brother informed me that the married elementary school secretary has been getting busy after hours with a male teacher’s aide. . . . on the principal’s desk!!! WTF?? Hey dumbass, you work in the school, and you aren’t aware there are video cameras all over the place? Whatever happened to kickin’ it old school and driving out into the country and humping in the back seat of your car? An elementary school has to be about one of the un-sexiest places I could think of.

The other story involved a married doctor who went home and professed his love for the married neighbor lady, to his wife. The interesting part of this story being that he told his wife he was leaving her for said married neighbor lady, but wanted to know if it didn’t work out with him and his new love, if he could come back. I can only hope her reply was, “Not only no, but fuck no!”.

Here’s what bothers me about this–it makes me feel like there’s no hope. If at some point I would manage to get a man, is he just going to cheat on me? My ex-husband cheated. I have had more than one boyfriend who has cheated. Could I even hope to have a relationship with a man who would be faithful? Maybe that’s the reason I’m still single.

Lay Your Hands on Me

Credit:  Tyler Knott Gregson

Credit: Tyler Knott Gregson

Grab Your Beakers

chemistry

Chemistry.  So amazing, yet so perplexing.  I have been obsessing about it recently.  The topic came up Saturday night, when I was chatting with a friend.  Here’s what I want to know from you, dear WP friends:

1.  Is chemistry something that you either have or you don’t?  Meaning, can it be “manufactured” during the course of a relationship, or does it have to be there from the beginning?

2.  If you believe it can be “manufactured”, does it quickly wane because it wasn’t there right away?

3.  Do you think a relationship is doomed if you have no chemistry with someone?

4.  What are your experiences with relationships in where there’s been chemistry/no chemistry?

I have a ton of other questions, but am so looking forward to reading replies, and generating some talk about this topic!  Hope you are willing to participate!

A First

You’re the first guy that ever sang to me.
I liked it. I really liked it.
Is it too much to hope you will sing to me again?

Because of all who came before you. . . .

You’re grown. . .you can do this. . .he is going to show up. . .why do you think he’s going to show up?. . . some of the other guys didn’t show up. . .always let you down. . .you can’t count on a man to do what he says can you?. . .but he’s not those guys. . . you have to give him a fair chance. . .what’s fair? nothing in life is fair is it?. . .fair, as in, he said he is coming, so believe that he’s coming. . . do I have to believe in him?. . .isn’t that like having an expectation. . .shouldn’t have expectations. . .no expectations. . .really? I need to be able to expect him to show up, shouldn’t I?. . .I think that would be the bare minimum for expectations. . .yes, just have a little drink, just to calm your anxiety. . .if I still smoked I would be chain smoking. . .I need to change my perspective on this. . . how to do that. . .he would be foolish if he doesn’t show up because I am awesome. . .so I’m not the most beautiful woman, or the smartest, and I don’t have the perfect body. . .but fuck you, I look good for 44, and I am attractive, and guys check me out. . .and I am smart, I am well-read, and I know lots of shit. . .and I’m talented, and I’m interested in a lot of different things, and I have a karaoke machine and I can cook, so really what more would you want??. . . and thank the hell, the boy has some manners and just texted to say he is on his way so I can relax a little. . .

*This is the kind of tornado that runs through my head because of the experiences I have been through with men. My self-esteem is shit. I can act like I am all that and a bag of chips, I can pretend I fucking rock and that I’m great, and make everyone, even some of my best friends believe it, but I’m not. I have absolutely no idea why a guy would want to take the time to come see me, or date me. I truly believe I am the “fuckable, but not dateable girl”. God, I have to stop that fucked up thinking!!

I Lost It

It was another one of those mornings.  I guess I am just in a certain mood, feeling emotionally bankrupt I guess,  and I heard a certain song, and I lost it.  That hiccup of air and the tears start.  I wanted to stop them, didn’t want to ruin my makeup, but I couldn’t stop.  Can I pinpoint the reason for the tears?  No, it’s most likely a number of things–thinking about my post at Deliberate Donkey going live this morning, the fact my son was sick yesterday and it was the first time I wasn’t there to take care of him, or how lately there has been a looming question in the back of my mind that I may never have an answer to.  I keep wondering when the last time was that a man loved me—I mean really loved me, like a person should be loved, or if a man has ever loved me like that.  Just thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes again, because I know it’s possible no man has ever truly loved me, or ever will.  That scares the shit out of me.  So here’s the song that caused all this shit this morning, listen at your own risk:

Haunting Regret

What’s the one regret you can’t work through?
You got it baby, mine would be you
Yeah you got it baby, mine would be you

As if the morning wasn’t emotional enough, I had to hear these lyrics and think of you.  The tears were instantaneous–a build-up of what-ifs, disappointments, and lost love–flowing down my cheeks, intermingled with sobs.  I am still mad as hell at you after all these years.  You just gave up on everything and walked away.  You never even gave me and you a chance.  I had loved you from the first night we met, and after 4 1/2 years of loving you, you just walked away.  Do you know that every relationship I have had since you has been shit?  Of course you don’t, because we haven’t spoke in over two years now.  I am still trying to figure out why I can’t let you go.  Is it the regret I can’t work through, or do I still love you after all this time?

Which planet are you??

Men and women are more like Saturn and Uranus.  (Photo Credit:  nineplanets.org)

Men and women are more like Saturn and Uranus. (Photo Credit: nineplanets.org)

I have to know if any other woman’s mind works this way, or if I am just an odd duck. Men, feel free to chime in too, because I always love hearing the male perspective. I really don’t think men and women are that much different; but instead of Mars and Venus, more like Uranus and Saturn.  I will leave it up to you to decide which sex wears a sort-of halo, and which sex’s name sounds like an asshole, but let me tell you at any given moment either sex could be either one. But I digress, because I came here seeking advice, from you, my omniscient followers.

Last Saturday night I went dancing and met “Whatshisname”. I thought Whatshisname and I kind of hit it off, we talked, we laughed, we danced, he opened doors for me and shit. . .we even kissed before the night was over, and wow, just wow. Anyway, I thought it was a great night, I offered my number, he took it, and I really thought he would call. He hasn’t called, and it’s now Friday.

On the other hand, I have Booty Call, BC for short. BC hit me up last Friday night, but I didn’t want to wait up until he left the bar, so I went to bed. BC hit me up Saturday night, but I was busy dancing with Whatshisname. BC hit me up again last night, but I was on my way to bed. (I get up very early because I commute to my job, and am usually in bed by 9 p.m.)

Here’s the deal, and I do this kind of shit all the time: I am waiting on Whatshisname to call. I know, I barely know the guy, but I think I would really like to get to know him better, so I am sort of avoiding BC. Don’t get me wrong, sex with BC is good, but he’s BC–there’s no affection, there’s no hand-holding, there’s no “you have the most beautiful eyes”, it’s just sex. Which sometimes is okay, but not while I am in a holding pattern. I keep telling myself it’s silly of me to sit around waiting, wanting Whatshisname to call, that I need to keep living my life, and that would include seeing/doing BC, but I couldn’t go there last night. I don’t know when I will be able to see BC, because I really want to see Whatshisname.

Why does it seem like I have given my heart away to Whatshisname already? I guess because I am a fool, a hopeless fool who wants something, and I don’t even know what that “something” is!! Does anyone else do this stupid shit, or is it just my dumb ass??

Whatshisname

Redd’s Apple Ale
seen today sitting off to the side of the cash register
while in the grocery store check-out linesynchronicity
Synchronicity?
I have thought about you all week
Wondering if you’re going to
pick up that damn flip phone of yours
and punch in my digits
A chance meeting
Your buddy says something to me
as I walk past you in the bar
so I stop
Start chatting but you say nothing
My mouth can’t hold back sarcasm
so I ask if you talk
you standing there so handsome, with a Redd’s in your hand
You say you do
Once started you don’t stop
and I am glad
Later on I want you to stop talking
because what you’re saying is scaring me
it’s like you’ve crawled inside my head
and you know exactly what my brain
wants to hear from a man
Are you a man?
Are you a real man and not just one in disguise?
I guess I may never know
if you can’t push the buttons on the damn flip phone

Opposites Attract

“YOU FAT FUCKING BITCH!”

“Do you have a red sundress? Because I would really like to see you in a red sundress.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“You have the most beautiful eyes.”

“YOU’RE EDUCATED BEYOND YOUR INTELLIGENCE, AREN’T YOU?”

“Your skin is so soft, it feels really nice.”

 

*I don’t ever again want to hear the stuff in all caps, the stuff that Fuck Stick said.  I want to hear the other kind of stuff.  I want to hear it all the time.  Whether I will hear it again from “whatshisname” or not, remains to be seen, but it felt really great to hear it once.

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