Sorry, Honey, I’m a Vegetarian

October 4, 2008

I mentioned a few posts ago a guy I’ve been talking to named Grant.  He asked me for a full body pic.  I politely declined.  He asked again.  I told him I felt like a piece of meat.  He dropped it.

Meat224

I had high hopes, especially after our initial phone conversation.  Now that he’s made the request, he pretty much falls into the “you don’t exist yet” category.  Instead of fantasizing about how wonderful he might be, I’m assuming he is a total ding dong.  As with most guys, I’m letting him make the effort to contact me.  I’ve decided a guy has to be REALLY INTO ME and ready to pursue me (minus the stalking part) if he wants to date me.

I had high hopes, but at this point, the ball is totally in his court.  If he wants to make the effort, I’ll give him a chance.  I did respond to the email he sent me asking for a full body pic.  Apparently when I didn’t respond to the email, he texted me.  Since I lost my phone (story coming soon), I responded to the email.  I asked him if he was afraid I was a cow.  Then I proceeded to tell him my cell phone was MIA.  He responded asking when he could see me. 

This is a good sign!  I set a boundary and he respected it.

I told him I wasn’t sure.  I’m going to let him sweat for another day or two.

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Regaining my Balance After the Most Recent Ride on the Dating Roller Coaster

September 16, 2008

Yesterday I was feeling pretty crappy.  I rode my bike home from work, which takes almost an hour.  I still felt down during the whole bike ride, but decided to embrace it and allow myself to feel it without giving into anxiety and worrying if this would turn into my worst fear…being depressed.

Although I didn’t feel even the remotest enthusiasm for life on my way home, by the time I went to bed last night I realized I was feeling good…really good.  What a relief.  I am sure getting exercise helps.  I fell off the exercise wagon for the most part when I was seeing Dave.  I think that’s why we sometimes take “breakups” hard, even if we’ve only been dating the person for a brief time.

In addition to whatever hormonal (adrenaline, sexual attraction) roller coaster you’ve just gotten off of, you return to a neglected state of being.  It’s a double whammy.  You’re feeling bummed and sorry for yourself or whatever and you find that your house is messier and you’re more out of shape than when you got on the roller coaster.

After three consecutive weeks of being lazy, I rode my bike to work 4 days last week.  Today is Tuesday and I’m on day 2 of biking to work this week.  While I’m focusing on settling back into a healthy routine, I plan to post a series of posts about my ex-husband, Mark.  He is also the father of my son.


Buh-Buy, Dave…Wish Things Had Ended on a Better Note

September 15, 2008

Towards the end of August, I let my match.com membership expire.  I knew from past experience that dating is time consuming, so my approach was to do a one month membership, see what happened, let it expire, take a break, and try again.

Just before it expired, I met Dave, who was the by far the most promising prospect of the month.  We hit it off, had a brief honeymoon period, and then things quickly fizzled out…because of the sex.  Neither of our libidos were cooperating consistently enough to reach true honeymoon status.  Whatever feelings had begun to blossom began to fade away so slowly, I barely noticed until I realized they were gone.  I didn’t even have to finish the list I started to realize it was over.

We only spoke once last week.  I knew he had plans to visit family for a long weekend this past weekend.  We said we would talk on Friday, but neither of us called the other.  Clearly, whatever attentiveness he once had was gone.  The honeymoon had ended before it had started.  A few minutes ago, out of curiosity, I did a search on the match.com web site of men in his age range in our zip code (without logging in).  Sure enough, a few pages in, his profile shows up.  I was curious to see how long it’s been since the last time he logged in.

It says “online now!”.

That kind of hurts.  Not that we had yet reached the point of exclusivity, but this feels crappy.  I am already disgusted with myself for putting my own health at risk to accommodate his “erectile dysfunction.”  And I am in the middle of switching meds to address my own libido issues, which are no longer seeming too relevant.  I’m kind of pissed, but I know I can’t fall into that “poor me” trap.  For all I know, he gave into curiosity and has been reading my blog…and is trying to nurse his wounded ego back to health. 

After all, there are two sides to every story (well, three if you count the truth).


Irritability, Stupidity, and a List of Complaints

September 14, 2008

At first I couldn’t decide what to write about and now I’m on a roll.  I ended my last post noticing the growing list of things I’ve done to accommodate Dave.  These were all things I chose to do, so I have no one to blame but myself.  I’m also hesitant to judge his efforts  (or anyone else’s for that matter) because people give, express interest, and accommodate in different ways.

I just realized I didn’t spell check my last post.  Sorry.  I’m also feeling a tad bit premenstrual, so I’m feeling a little bitchier than usual.  But if that’s what it takes for me to find the right to complain, then so be it.

How has Dave been inflexible, selfish, or failed to express interest where appropriate?

He has a problem with “cafeteria feminism,” so he prefers to split things 50/50.  I’m a “full circle feminist” (I’ll define that another time), so I think the man should pay most of the time.  On our first date, he paid for our drinks, then proceeded to ask me if it was okay if we split the check.  I said it was fine and we split the check.  Since then we’ve pretty much split everything, but he’s paid for things a few times, too.  And he’s bought me a few gifts.  I’m willing to let this whole thing slide, but DO NOTE that I shaved my legs and painted my toenails for him.  What’s the opposite of cafeteria feminism?  Cafeteria androcentrism?

The oral sex hasn’t exactly been equitable…I’m definitely getting the less generous end of that deal.

I’m embarrassed to even say this, even though my name (Cindy Thomas) is a pseudonym…during our few sexual encounters, we have not used condoms.  He can barely get it up without a condom on, let alone with a condom on.  Even though our encounters have been brief and haven’t exactly culminated in fireworks, this is just plain STUPID.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Kind of like the cafe incident, I immediately told him how much that stressed me out…and that we’d have to figure something out…but it happened a few times after that.

I can’t believe how hard it is to admit to asinine behavior.

Moving on, I’ve been struggling with his lack of interest in reading my blog.  He knows there’s three parts to it…it’s not JUST about dating, but he doesn’t want to read my blog.  He says it’s about respecting my privacy, so it fair to interpret his behavior as a lack of interest?  I just can’t comprehend not having a burning desire to read someones blog or journal.


Hairy Legs, Smelly Feet, and Toenail Polish

September 14, 2008

I like to spice things up on my blog(s) now and again.  Once I’ve written a few serious posts, I like to throw in some fluff.

I dated a guy several years ago named (Gosh, am I running out of fake names already?)…Moe.  Don’t ask me where I come up with these names, they just pop in my head.  He’s the last person since Dave that I dated enough times to lose track of how many times we went out.  Things were going along fine with Moe. 

Holy crapola.  I just remembered something really trippy.  I made this connection when I first started going out with Dave, but then I forgot about it.  Now it just seems really bizarre.  Let me tell you about Moe first.

I’ll skip over the details and get to the heart of the matter.  The reason I broke up with Moe was because he had a hard time “getting it up.”  Apparently he was on some kind of medication (gosh, this sounds familiar!).  I could have perhaps cut him some slack, since he was ultimately able to get it up.  The problem was that he had fetishes that he needed to “utilize”…to get it up.  He had two fetishes: hairy legs and smelly feet.

I have hairy legs.  I’m a feminist.  I hate shaving.  If waxing wasn’t so expensive, I’d do it regularly.  I shave about once a week or so in the summer to keep things from getting too out of hand, but I rarely shave in the winter time, except to weed wack my legs every few months for maintenance purposes.

Most guys I date don’t mind the hairy legs.  But the fact that Moe loved hairy legs seemed kind of inappropriate.  And smelly feet?  I just don’t have smelly feet.  I never have.  None of my shoes smell, even my old athletic shoes.  I guess it’s my body chemistry or my diet or something. 

Moe looked at online porn, too.  I’m not really into porn.  I guess it would be one thing if you watched porn and then were ready to properly (and of course, consensually) ravish me.  But if you watch porn, need my legs to be hairy, and have to put my toes up to your nose and inhale deeply to get hard, then that’s just over the top.

Dave, on the other hand, has a “strong preference” for shaved legs, which I find somewhat inconvenient.  He expects me to shave my legs.  I’m a busy woman.  I have better things to do than shave my freaking legs (which is probably somehwere close to half of the surface area of my ENTIRE body) every other day.  He also says painted toenails is a “turn on.”  The moment he told me that is when a red flag went up…I asked him if it was a fetish and he insisted it wasn’t.  But silly me, I painted my toenails.

I’m noticing a continuing theme here with Dave…a growing list of small things I’ve done to accomodate him…and although he’s definitely done some nice things for me, I can’t help but notice the imbalance.


Hating Dating Less Today

September 11, 2008

I had my first phone conversation with Dave since the last one a couple of days ago.  To my pleasant surprise, the conversation went well.  We were both mellow and relaxed.  We shared updates on our medication side effects.  He said the edginess from adding Wellbutrin had passed.  I told him I was feeling a little less anxious, but still kind of flat.  In addition to adding Adderal to the mix, I’m in the process of switching from Prozac to Lexapro.  I love Prozac but it interferes with my (already challenged) ability to have an orgasm.  So, I’m trying another SSRI that less often causes this problem.  If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to try a differerent kind of antidepressant altogether.

Going through medication transitions sucks, but it’s worth it for me.  I feel worse for people with treatment-resistant issues.  It can take years to find the right medications to help you life your life with zest rather than as the living dead.

One thing I’ve learned about dating is to pay more attention to behavior than words.  Behavior counts more.  Although words are important too, especially to the extent that they are consistent with people’s actions.  I am in a better mood today and have an improved perspective on the situation.  While I have already begun compiling a list of things I do and don’t like about Dave, I will refrain from judging him based on an ill-timed comment.


Why I (Sometimes) Hate Dating

September 8, 2008

It seems like dating requires so much thought.  Is it possible to put too much thought into it?  Probably.  Is it possible to put too little thought into it?  Heck, yeah.  Been down that road enough times.  I guess that’s why I lean towards over-thinking.  At the same time, I do my best not to perseverate on any given thing.  That’s why I like to write.  Writing allows me to think things through without going in too many circles, which is what happens if I just let thoughts roll around in my head.

Here’s where I’m at.  I am afraid I may have reached a point of no return with Dave.  Keep in mind we’re both only moderately sane at the moment, dealing with medication side effects like anxiety and irritability.  Having said that, he is starting to get on my nerves.  Since he’s tweaked his meds, he’s been grumpier…and so have I.  It’s a little early in the relationship for this to be happening, but that’s how it’s playing out thanks to medication side effects.

When I’m irritable, I usually stop talking to people.  But, I’m trying to be an adult and maintain this relationship with Dave.  I was overdue to call him, so I gave him a call.  I have been pretty quiet the last few days, so I made an effort to talk.  I told him how I was having trouble with Baby Bear turning in his homework.  Baby Bear is very smart, but flakes out with “simple” tasks like turning in assignments.  It’s hereditary.  That kind of flakiness runs in Dave’s family, too.  Some people call it ADD/ADHD.  Some people call it mild Autism or Asperger Syndrome

Anyway, I said I need to talk to the adults at his school because there is only so much I can do to help him to remember to turn his homework in.  Dave then said, in what I perceived to be a judgmental tone of voice, that Baby Bear will eventually have to learn these things in order to function in the world.  While Dave has a point, I really didn’t appreciate his comment.  I reminded him that we, as “challenged” adults, have technology to help us remember things.  I said, “We have cell phones, PDAs, Outlook…”  He interrupted me to say that Baby Bear has a cell phone.  I said “I know.”  I slowly went on to try to make the point that PDAs can be used to set reminders…and that Baby Bear has a really basic cell phone with no data services…but I lost my steam…and my interest in continuing the conversation.

While he has a point, the kid is in the 6th grade!  Dave has barely even met him and already seems impatient with him.  Maybe impatient isn’t the right word.  He’s measuring him by adult standards.  What really gets to me is that Dave has the same kind of problems…he’s really smart, but has a hard time with the supposedly easy aspects of life.  Why is he being grumpy about an 11-year-old?  Whenever people are impatient with children, I can’t help but think they must not like themselves very much. 

We’ve already been a little short with each other at times, but we have been able to easily let it pass.  Now I think he’s being difficult and it’s not acceptable to me.  Maybe I’m overly sensitive at the moment, but I need the people in my life to support me, not give me a hard time.