I Can Give Up Now

Not that I was sitting on needles waiting but I did tell you all I would let you know when and IF the new guy contacted me again.  Well, here it is.

Hi [tS],
I wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to see you anymore. I’ve been seeing someone else also and I’d like to pursue an exclusive relationship with her. Believe me this was a very hard decision as your a great girl with a lot going for you. I just had a little more in common with this other girl. I’m sure you’ll find a great guy out there. I hope your not upset about this. I may see you at football as I might be playing next season so I hope we can still be cool with each other.

Thanks,
[new guy]

[new guy],
No worries. I agree you are a great guy and I wish you the best just be ready for me to kick your butt on the football field. ;) J/K. But seriously, good luck in finding what you are looking for. I’m sure I’ll see you around since this city isn’t that big till then take care.

[tS]

“I hope you’re not upset”? Seriously? I’ve only heard from him once in 2 weeks. I had basically written him off over a week ago. Besides, I only dwell on men for a few days before I move on. Hell, look at my dating life recently. Yeah, I’m sitting around pining for him. NOPE!  It’s fine anyway.  I mean after-all, he’s the reason I had to see the Old Man last week.  The sex was so terrible I wanted to be reminded what good sex was like.  Honestly, I didn’t want to write it.  I was hoping it would get better but I laid there in bed thinking, “Can I live like this?  Could I be satisfied by this for the rest of my life?”  The answer was no which, as I said, led me back to the Old Man.  He may be 14 yrs older then me but I have NEVER had bad sex with him even when he was sick last week. 

Well, I have a date tonight.  Hopefully this one goes better.

 

On The Road Again…

I drove home after my blind date and called the Old Man.  We had gotten into a bit of a fight earlier in the day.  He emailed me and said he wished he could see me tonight (as in last night, Tuesday).  I said I wished that as well but then I couldn’t go on my blind date.

I was feeling a little mushy yesterday.  “You have the girls tonight.  Right?”  Then went into something about how I wished I could meet them someday just to see what little ones from him are like. 

He didn’t have the girls since he had them the night before so I told him if my date’s a bust I’ll let him know and maybe we could still get together. 

OM told me he’d “lie there in waiting.”

“You wait?…for me?  Right!  I don’t believe that for a second.”

He responded with a wink and I called him out on it.

**This is where his and my relationship is totally fucked up.**

 

Spinning

Friday quickly came with still no word from the new guy.  Kat was nice enough to ask me on a date whether she knew it or not it was a great distraction from him.  Before we met up I shot him a text wishing him luck on his kickball game that night.

No word…  Not one little word all night.  Not a even a thanks.  I got home from dinner and I was steaming but I managed to fall asleep.  Saturday came and I was at the store I sell my stuff at all day.  My phone was in the back room so I didn’t need to even think about who was or wasn’t calling me.  When the day came to an end and I was packing up my car I was irritated by the fact that he still hadn’t contacted me in any way.  What the fuck?I laid in bed feeling sorry for myself and livid at the fact that he played me.  I was on the verge of tears one second then wanted to punch something the next.  After hours of laying there I finally calmed myself down and fell asleep.

Sunday morning I was woken by a call from my sister.  **Oh, Kat, in case I totally forget to tell you, I think she’s going to join us for my birthday.  She’s coming into town specially for my birthday.**  That was what the call was about about.  By late morning I had decided the new guy was now the old guy.  It was obviously through.  It was so through I set up 3…maybe 4 dates for this week.  I just needed to think about something else and not the guy who fucked me and then…fucked me. 

As my roommate and I sat on the couch Sunday night watching Desperate Housewives I told her, “So, the new guy?  Yeah, that’s over.  BUT, it’s ok.  I have 3 dates already set up for this week.”  I told her how my text went unanswered so I give up.  It’s done.

Today, Monday, I went out to the bar after work with a few guys from work and their friends.  I was trying to get some of my girl friends to join us since the whole bar was one big sausage fest.  **Usually not a bad thing for me but a little girl time is great too.**  We were texting back and forth and back and… then at about 9 pm I got a text from the new guy. 

“Did your show go well on Saturday? We won on Friday.”

Um, what?  I haven’t heard from him since Wednesday morning.  WTF?  Who the hell does he think he is?  Who the hell does he think I am?

I ran the scenario past the 2 guys left at the bar and the bartender (all married).  They asked if I liked him.  I said, “I think I might.”  The consensus was to not play the game back.  Don’t text him.  Call him but call him soon.  Don’t play with him by waiting as long as he did or anything just call and be straight with him.

I got home from the bar around 9:30.  I only had one drink and one shot while at the bar.  I had been drinking water for the last 2 hours.  I still wanted to work out (and I did).  I called him once I got settled in my house as I was changing to work out.  NO ANSWER!

I feel good about my decision to call and not text.  If I do, or did, want a relationship out of him then an actual phone call is the best way to convey that.  Texting back could lead the relationship into just a fuck buddy which I am not prepared for.  Not with him.  If I just want to get fucked I have plenty of other men who can more then satisfy me there…plus my toys.  So, I feel good but that doesn’t make him any less of a fucker to wait like that to contact me.  I deserve better.  Maybe one of these other guys I’m going out with this week can actually give me what I need and deserve.  I haven’t completely written off the new guy but he’s going to have to really show me why I should like him now.   

 

I Tripped

For any of you trying to follow my comments from last Friday night let me please explain.

I went out after work with several coworkers.  I thought it would be a good way to get a drink in me before meeting the new guy and his whole kickball team.   Well, unfortunately I surpassed my limits and had a couple more then I had planned before meeting him.  **I nearly got myself lost and I was heading to a bar where I’ve spent numerous Saturday afternoons after my football games.**  I got to the bar safely thank god and finally met up with him and his friends.  We just sat around the bar talking.  I felt good.  I was totally on my game.  I easily hit it off with the friends.  The friends began filtering out until it was just the new guy and I.  We decided to take off ourselves.

He walked me to my car and we stood outside kissing…and kissing…and kissing.

“You’re hard to leave.”

I smiled and kissed him again.

Finally I said, “This is it.  Ok.”  I kissed him again.  “Now, I’m leaving.”

I got into my car and started to drive away.  I wasn’t more then a couple of blocks away when I wrote him a text.  “I didn’t want to say goodbye. :(”

I had no sooner set my text when my phone buzzed from his.  “You are hard to leave.” 

 

Date 2

Oh yes!  We are having our second date tomorrow night.  This time it will be the tell all.  **Not literally.**  I’m meeting him at the bar after his kickball game.  His team goes there after every game.  Ironically it’s the same bar I often go to on Saturday afternoon after my football games.  What I mean by tell all is after a couple drinks on a Friday night if there’s an attraction, well, we’ll both know.  If he becomes some obnoxious drunk…  If I’m sloppy…  This could go either way.  It could be good or bad but I have very high hopes.  It’s only our second time in eachother’s company and I’m going to meet some of his pretty good friends, his teammates.  I’m feeling the pressure already.  Maybe I’ll get there a little early so I can get a drink in me quick to calm my nerves before they all show up.  **Knowing me I’ll be running about 5-10 mins late though.  I’m either very early or a little late.  I’m never just on time or “fashionably late”.  I got to an interview about 45 mins early once.  That wasn’t good.  Talk about a lot of time to over think.  However, I got the job.**  Whoops!  I was talking about tomorrow night.

About tomorrow, I just have to remember it’s not ok to bring him home yet.  That’ll probably be the toughest part of the night.