It was the abridged version of relationship drama, and I didn't even have to leave the comfort of my home town - or the holiday weekend. This may be the new thing.
It started with a nice conversation after work. Then dinner. Five days ago, we're riding bikes down the Mt. Vernon trail. He expresses interest, takes me to dinner. We go to dinner the next night. Then back to my place. I start to think that maybe I might be interested in dating him because he seems to be emotionally open. He seems interested and nice. It's been a while since I've had any man give a fuck about me. I think, "maybe if he continues to be interested and open...maybe I will be able to open up too." Things seem to be going oddly well. He seems easy to talk to. And solicitous.
On Thursday night, he tells me that there's "someone else", a long-distance relationship with a woman he fell in love with two years ago, but he doesn't think a long-distance relationship is going to work. Okaaaay. Friday morning, over coffee, I learn her name, how they met, why she's awesome. Apparently, they've been exclusive for the past two years. He thinks she would give up her career and move to the U.S. if he asked her to. She calls while we're talking. He notes it, but doesn't pick up.
I think about this during the holiday, and the next day. We meet to ride bikes again on Saturday and I tell him, "thanks but no thanks. I've had my fill of relationships where there's someone else involved." He fights with me. I'm being unreasonable. How is it fair that I punish him for being honest with me? I'm not punishing you. I'm glad you told me because it's saved me a lot of trouble down the road. At least now I can bow out carefully before I get hurt. What if things were different? They aren't different. Will I wait around to see whether things work out between him and the other chica? No fucking way. I already spent all my "wait around for you to figure things out and hope they resolve without you having to make a decision" on Sjors.
And, because its his birthday, I meet him and some of his friends downtown that night. I stay out way past my bedtime. I drink mostly water because I'm training and I want to stay fit. He keeps reaching out, holding me. He keeps drinking. At 0230 it's way past my bedtime so I use Uber to call a car and get the hell home. Kiss, kiss. thanks for the nice night. Happy birthday.
At 0340 he shows up at my door. I'm tired but I try to be friendly. I let him snuggle. He gets pissed that I'm "distant". I tell him we're not having sex. He is mopey and angry. He sleeps in my bed but I don't take the PJs off. I'm nice but firm. You don't get to grope my boob.
He gets up at 0700 to go to church. I think he's calling Uber. But he's not. He's driving. Because he drove over to my house last night at 0340 drunk out of his mind. It's only been about 3 hours. He's still drunk. He drives home. And, presumably, to church.
Okay. Great decision matrix. Aaaand I'm out.
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