Good on you for noticing what was going on and doing something about it.
And, I might add, “Squee, as it were.” may be my new favorite sentence ever, so there is that to feel good about.
" Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."
I would congratulate you on seeing through the ‘squee’ to the soul eroding agenda and recognizing it for what it was. Women too numerous to count spend years in soul sucking relationships sometimes never being able to see it for what it is. In many cases by the time they ‘see’, they haven’t the spirit left in them to find their way out. These are the very underpinnings of Battered Women Syndrome, all it lacks is the fisticuffs.
I think you are amazing!
Were I you I might purchase some lottery tickets this day, for this is surely a time of great good fortune. 
Oh, elbows- that was good! Yes, that’s one way of looking at it.
I remember feeling at the very beginning that he was coming on too strong, something wasn’t right, those were warning signs. But like an idiot, I put that intuition aside and fell right into it with him. I got caught up in it for a while, but at the end there it’s like I could see a couple of years into the future, and what I saw was me being miserable and trying trying trying to be what he wanted, and I could see that that would be never-ending. I don’t want to live like that.
Fortunately, I have a very close male friend who I’ve know for over ten years. He treats me so well and always has. He knows me inside and out, at my worst and my best, and completely accepts me for who I am. He loves me unconditionally. I use him as a yardstick for how I want to be treated by someone I’m dating, and I feel lucky to have him as a model.
No shame, just learning.
That is beautiful. It looks like a quote–where’s it from?
Yeah, I’m still trying to reconcile the “I know that he is the one for me. Lots of people say that after a short time, they just knew, and I just know. He’s for me. I would marry him tomorrow.” from that thread with the “I think I knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to work out” from this one.
Is this just one of those “I’ll never understand women” things?
Men do it to, ya know… If you read the rest of the thread past the comment you quoted you might gain a little more insight into what is behind it. 
Yeah, I had a lot of crazy thoughts about him until I finally realized that we’d never have that magical conversation where I’d finally communicate to him what I needed, and he’d finally get it and everything would be wonderful. What can I say- sometimes I let my emotions rule, sometimes I get silly, but in the end I did face the reality. So that’s good.
This guy is crazy! Man, what’s your phone number!
I know, right? I realize that every day (and twice on Sundays) may not be everyone’s ideal, but to my credit I was willing to compromise on 3 or 4 times a week. Thank Og it didn’t work out, because no way would I have been satisfied with that!
Yes Sunspace it is a quote from some glurge someone emailed me. No attribution, I’m sorry to say. I just hang on ones I like, it seemed very appropriate for this thread.
I’m glad you like it Alice the Goon, there is actually a second paragraph that I chose to leave out. And it was actually titled “Apples and Wine”.
The omitted last paragraph goes like this:
“Now men…men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.”
While mildly amusing, male bashing strikes me as gratuitous generally, and here specifically I felt it detracted from the message.
:mad: That really stinks Alice. You were wise to get out of that relationship before your self-esteem was taken away.
If you need any help disposing of a body, I work for a medical research institute and an extra cadaver won’t be noticed.
<snerk> I’ll let you know!
Huh. I never really participated in the ‘I’m heartbroken’ threads. I found them pointless- how could anything any stranger said make that kind of pain feel better? But strangely, I do feel better about it.
I once dated a woman who told me that when she was married she was used to getting it twice a day every day - and she divorced the man for cheating on her. I unfortunately could only see her on weekends, so I had to try and make up for the lost time in between…
I could accept that our sex drives were different. I told him that “normal” ranges from very low to very high, and that mine was as “normal” as his, and that was cool. I could compromise on that, and I could accept it. What I could not accept was his labeling me as a sex addict, a dirty girl, and abnormal. Every time I start to miss him and feel sad, I’ll just think about that little talk we had. What a jackass.
Alice, if I were going to rub your face in it, I’d have opened a thread in the Pit. It was a simple question, posed out of amazement that a relationship would take such a course over that short an amount of time.
Okay. I know, it was a short amount of time and I can see how it looks crazy. It felt kind of crazy, too, but at the time I did get caught up in it- I admit it. I was in love? Next time I’ll listen to my instincts that tell me not to do that. Isn’t that I said what I said last time? Oh, but this time I really mean it.
No you won’t Alice, you’ll put yourself out there, take the risk and hope to find your soul mate. That Otto doesn’t understand the concept makes me a little sad for him.
After posting that, is your e-mail box full yet? 
Remember, it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.