malkavia, I ain’t dead, yet, fer chrissakes! One of the things I liked about her was that we both enjoyed talking about the same things and doing the same things. Hell, I drink more than she does (but not to the point where I should worry about becoming an alky)! I enjoy having a good time, and I’d even be willing to learn how to dance, if that’s what it took. I know lots of people who have huge age differences in their relationships and are quite happy. I’ve got a buddy who’s never dated a woman younger than he is. Me, I’ve been split about 50/50. I’ve even told her that if all she wants to be is friends, I’m happy with that. Crazy and foolish of me, probably, but the simple fact is that I know of no one female or male that I have as much in common with as I do her! I can talk about things like religion (we both have the same views on it) with her, whereas all my other friends fall into either religion=totally evil or Christianity=the only true religion and if you dare question anything about it you’re going to hell.
I was content (not really, but I was willing to settle for this) for us just being friends, but she’s the one that started pushing me to tell her how I felt, so I did, and here all my troubles began.
What steams my clams so much is that I busted my ass for her. I plead guilty for wrecking nearly every other relationship, and this time I kept my nose clean, complimented her when I was supposed to, behaved myself, did everything I possibly could do, because I wanted this one to work out. If it had come down to we were incompatable or something else similar to that, fine. I gave it my best shot, I can go on. But to be clobbered in the beginning because, “I’m afraid that I might hurt you.” Good Christ! I’ve had my heart broken, what, 30 times now? If you don’t want me, not interested in me, fine tell me, but don’t spend a couple of hours making out with me and then bail out on the whole thing. Especially if you’ve told me you love me! Grrr