Ah, the joys of a massage. Back's feeling mucho bettero now.
On another note, you ever have one of those days where you find yourself back in the single way of life and you think about some of the souls you've dated? Not all of them, mind you, but the ones you cut lose because of some Seinfeldian reason or another. And suddenly you think, man, why did I end that. I was happy enough with them, enjoyed my time with them, many of them were into committing to each other, but there was that one thing that kept it from going any further. Like, oh, too much of a talker, not enough of a talker, lack of education, unkept carpeting, stupid silly shit. Or was it. I mean, there was Mimi. Lovely Chinese gal with long flowing hair, piercing eyes and an obsession for having a penis in her mouth. Sounds perfect when I put it like that. Or Kelly. A sweet Southern caucasian with an endearing twang, wonderful disposition and grand sexual appetite. And of course Hana. The Japanese beauty whose tiny self rocked my world on more than one occasion.
After remembering the reason I gave for ending our trists, I realized my ending things with them had nothing to do with those reasons. I mean, I never even gave them a chance. I went into all of those dating experiences already having decided that they weren't going to make the cut. Just knew I'd have some fun and so would they. Two out of the three times, they girls made the call and ended it, sensing this I assume. The third, well, she flipped out on New Years Eve declaring that I was an asshole for not introducing her to my friends as my "girlfriend."
She was right. I was an asshole. You don't just date someone and romance them knowing you're going to jump ship. You don't even let it begin.
New rule for myself. Only date women you're interested in getting to know, or make damn sure from the beginning they're down with the casual thing. It's only fair. And right.
A new leaf I feel a turning. Then again, I haven't had one of those types of relationships for years. Guess I just needed to connect the dots.
-E
On another note, you ever have one of those days where you find yourself back in the single way of life and you think about some of the souls you've dated? Not all of them, mind you, but the ones you cut lose because of some Seinfeldian reason or another. And suddenly you think, man, why did I end that. I was happy enough with them, enjoyed my time with them, many of them were into committing to each other, but there was that one thing that kept it from going any further. Like, oh, too much of a talker, not enough of a talker, lack of education, unkept carpeting, stupid silly shit. Or was it. I mean, there was Mimi. Lovely Chinese gal with long flowing hair, piercing eyes and an obsession for having a penis in her mouth. Sounds perfect when I put it like that. Or Kelly. A sweet Southern caucasian with an endearing twang, wonderful disposition and grand sexual appetite. And of course Hana. The Japanese beauty whose tiny self rocked my world on more than one occasion.
After remembering the reason I gave for ending our trists, I realized my ending things with them had nothing to do with those reasons. I mean, I never even gave them a chance. I went into all of those dating experiences already having decided that they weren't going to make the cut. Just knew I'd have some fun and so would they. Two out of the three times, they girls made the call and ended it, sensing this I assume. The third, well, she flipped out on New Years Eve declaring that I was an asshole for not introducing her to my friends as my "girlfriend."
She was right. I was an asshole. You don't just date someone and romance them knowing you're going to jump ship. You don't even let it begin.
New rule for myself. Only date women you're interested in getting to know, or make damn sure from the beginning they're down with the casual thing. It's only fair. And right.
A new leaf I feel a turning. Then again, I haven't had one of those types of relationships for years. Guess I just needed to connect the dots.
-E
hotcurry:
I've only ever had one real relationship. Not that it was glorious and set the bar, mind you. I just think that I happen to know what I am after and in 6 years, I haven't happened across it. Although now you have me wondering if I have unreachable expectations and a Seinfeldian list of unacceptable characteristics in potential mates.