Valentine’s Day Date (or not)
I was going to have a date on Valentine’s Day with this person from Plenty of Fish. It was a last minute invitation and since I had nothing planned I said yes. (also, as a side note, this is one Valentine’s Day that didn’t bother me at all, I was totally indifferent to the fact that I am single)
I walked to the bar at the appointed time imagining he was not there as he said he was running late. I looked through the glass windows when I got there and didn’t see him there.
I didn’t want to walk into this bar alone because I always had a weird feeling about it. (I did agree to meet him there since I thought it would be a good excuse for me to try this bar and perhaps erase the feeling I have about it)
I had texted a couple of times saying that I was going to wait for him at the door and then saying that I was outside by the door. Later I called and he didn’t pick up. Finally 20 minutes later when I texted that I was going to walk home, since he apparently had stood me up, he texts me that he is inside the bar.
As I am reading the text and not sure what to think, he walks out and without saying hello rudely says: you can’t walk into a bar? I was floored, shocked, at not only what he said, but how rudely he said it and I said: No I can’t!
He turns his back to me and walks back inside, I turn around and start walking home. For a second I felt I was in a movie or something other than real life.
“Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength.”
― Edmund Burke
I was shocked and confused at first, wondering why a guy would travel 1 hour to come and meet me and then have this kind of behavior. But immediately I am strangely at peace and not even annoyed. I know in my heart I just dodged a bullet.
“No one is more insufferable than he who lacks basic courtesy.”
― Bryant McGill
As I walk the 2 blocks home I am thanking my guardian angels and my lucky stars for protecting me and preventing me from meeting a person that clearly it is not good for me!
Perhaps I should have walked into the bar, but what kind of man, ignores texts and phone calls and then is that rude? Not the man that I deserve that is for sure!
I really do feel blessed and consider situations like this a blessing and not a curse!
“Blessings sometimes show up in unrecognizable disguises. ”
― Janette Oke
Montreal is calling
Well, my new friend D. from Montreal (the one I mentioned in my previous post) sent me another email. He asked me if I had plans of seeing him again.
I replied: “Plans to meet again? is the ball on my court? I guess we need to talk about that.”
He enjoyed the “ball on my court” comment (English is not his first language so I am assuming he had never heard of that expression before) and said that we need to plan it.
I would like to see him again as I had a great time with him but more as a friend and not anything romantic. I have a feeling he desires romance, and I desire friendship.
So I am just not sure what will happen here. Stay tuned!
“Moving on is easy. It’s staying moved on that’s trickier.”
― Katerina Stoykova Klemer
Ex doesn’t play dead.
It is hard to be honest about this, but what is the point of having a blog about my life if I am not going to be completely honest? On Valentine’s Day I was hoping to hear from Ex.
I know for sure I don’t want to be back with him. I know that he wouldn’t be good for me. Not that getting back together is even an option. He has already been living with someone since we broke up.
There is this part of me that still wants him to think of me. Why do I still crave those morsels of attention? I guess because I have such a hard time forgetting about him I am wishing he feels the same.
But what is the point? I know better!
Then in the afternoon, there comes his text: “Happy Valentine’s Day! Love” After my heart skipped a beat and I felt happy for a millisecond I was immediately mad at him for playing with my feelings.
Why does he do that to me? My last communication with him was around Thanksgiving when I asked him to pretend I was dead. He thinks he never did anything wrong and that we are still friends (according to him his only mistake was not having the time to be the man that I wanted him to be).
He must know it hurts me… and it does hurt me! This is all about power!
I didn’t reply, it took all I got not to. But what is the point? To say thank you would make him think that I welcome his communication. To again ask him to stop clearly won’t make a difference, so to ignore it seems the best course of action.
I am, however, stronger, than I ever been, clear on what I want and don’t want. He is definitely not in my plans in any capacity. I don’t see these moments of longing and thinking of him as setbacks, I see it as part of the path, as tests of strength and with each I become stronger.
“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.” ― Steve Maraboli
On another note his mother is moving from another state to live with him (and with his girlfriend).
I have a great relationship with his mother and will not break up with her because he broke up with me. She calls me often and wants me to go visit the day she moves in. I said I will meet her any place else but I will not go to a house that I was forced to move out from.
I made his house a home. I made everything about the house and the yard better. I was proud to have cleaned up and organized it and put my mark in it. I cannot imagine going through the house and not seeing my pictures on the wall. I cannot imagine seeing the signs of another woman where I should be.
But the number one reason I don’t want to go there is C, the dog. I want to see him and hug him so much. I want to take him for a walk and play with him in the yard. But I am choosing to just hold on to the memories. I think that if he sees me he will think I am back to stay, I cannot do that to him or to me.
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
― Haruki Murakami