After a much needed girls luncheon, chat and a ‘don’t eat
the cake’ lesson passed on to a future bride to be, I couldn’t resist writing
about olden times. Not golden years, but there’s something so funny
about the people you date along the way that change your point of view on things. In
fact, after a few dates with this particular person I added a few more items to
the Requirements. As always, my disclosure - this happened soon after my
divorce, when I was in the infamous dating pool of on-liners, those you meet
through friends, at parties and just out.
To start, yes I do have a nickname for this one,
unfortunately sharing it with the virtual world would give his identity
away. Perhaps his ideals have changed, so I wouldn’t want to tarnish his
reputation should he in fact still be reading my blogs. I met him out with
a group of friends. We went out a few times, dinner, movies, typical
dating mantra, nothing over the top spectacular, mind-blowing, making me want to
share stories with my girlfriends. He had his quirks, he was nice, always
treated me with respect, held the door open, call when he said he’d call. I
don’t quite remember when it got weird, weird and weirder as in ‘would you wear
a crotchless full bodysuit’ weird, weird as in would rather chat on AOL than
actually see me weird. Here’s how that led to the final deal breaker- he
was in his mid 30’s, he lived with a roommate, had a decent job with benefits
and still brought his laundry to his mother’s house for her to do, because he
didn’t have the heart to tell her that he was a grown man and that she needed
to let him be one. At least that’s what he told me, he couldn't tell her
to not do it anymore. B-S! I immediately knew this wasn’t going to
work. If a man can’t tell his Mother, his family, his friends or anyone
else for that matter to respect his life, where he’s at in life, to give him
some space, there’s a problem. It will never change, they will never
change unless you step up and set boundaries.
Anyway, so between the bodysuit request, Mom folding his
tighty-whities and then following it up with needing to be on AOL I was
done. I definitely didn’t want a relationship with a guy who would rather
use me as an erotic muse online than to physically want to be with me in
person. Granted, he had the best of both worlds, his Mom does the
laundry, the girl satisfies his needs which leads to he doesn’t have to see
her, he has more free time to sleep, etc.
What more could he ask for? He’s not as weird as the Elvis poster
guy, but with all that free time, you’d think he would have spent more valuable
time at the gym instead of talking about it.
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