First, I really hate the fact that I’m posting this, but WRF. I feel like a friendless whiner. I’m not (well, I’m not friendless).
I sent the following email the other day. Should be pretty damn obvious what it is about:
“I still think about you sometimes. I don’t suppose anything has changed for you where I am concerned, has it?”
Of course the answer is no, nothing has changed.
So why can’t I forget about this guy? It was great while it lasted but he hurt me more (emotionally) than anyone else ever had.
I’m really tired of feeling lonely. Evenings are the worst. I used to love my solitary time. Shit. Things will be better in the morning. They always are.
A Spider Woman hugging a porcupine. Now that conjures some interesting mental images.
There was a time between my two marriages when I was so lonely and desperate, and now I wish I could go back and not worry so much the man/woman thing and spend more time with my kids (going through empty nest syndrome, I guess).
With some things the timing just isn’t right. And then there’s that old saw I recently saw (har har) posted at a different thread: time heals all wounds and wounds all heels. Time must be very busy; seems like there are lots of heels.
When you are ready in your heart to welcome the kind of good man you truly deserve, then I believe that man will enter your life.
You got that right! Line forms right here fellas, just remember that I got here first! But seriously, time heals all wounds Porcupine… just give it a little time. Things will get better I promise.
Well…there are still literally millions of unattached people in the world, and at least one of them’s gonna be right for you. Probably more than one.
However, right now you don’t care about that. This guy, even though he apparently is not emotionally in anywhere NEAR the same place as you, floats your boat and rocks your cradle in ways you never thought possible…or, at least, never think possible again…or, at least, not any time soon.
I know it doesn’t matter, since you don’t know me and I don’t know you and my personal experience won’t effect you at all (“So why are you posting?” “Shut up.”), but in a couple of years this will seem far less important than it does now. I know of which I speak. Believe me. In my dictionary I have pasted my picture next to the definition of “neurotic.”
It’s better to NOT be in a relationship for the right reasons than to BE in one for the wrong reasons. F’real, world without end, and a big AMEN and HALLELUJIA, sistah.
Thanks for all the kind words. Of course, today is much better. Just had a relapse/weak moment yesterday, which was mainly self-inflicted, since I asked a question when I was 99% sure I wouldn’t like the answer I got. I won’t be doing that again.
Here I am, a big, fat fucker with MAJOR self-image problems and I still don’t understand why perfectly wonderful people like Porcupine and everybody else here who has dating problems has them! I mean, Christ on a bicycle, there are multiple people out there every bit as wonderful as this Mr Wrong was AND they are probably crying in their beer or moaning to their online friends about how lonely they are!
That does it. I’m putting on my yenta hat and starting a dating service. I’ll see you all back at the root of MPSIMS.
Hey drop, I already joined a dating service. Didn’t you see my stud monkey thread? So far no qualifying stud-monkeys. Maybe you need to specialize - set up a Doper Dating Service.
BTW, up until about a year and a half ago, I had really bad self-esteem issues about how I looked (though only my closest friends knew). A lot of people don’t believe this because I’ve never had self esteem issues about anything else. I am better now.
My biggest self-image problem is, way down deep, I’m convinced I’m 6’-2" and 185lbs of rippling muscle. It’s a nasty surprise when I look in the mirror!
My service is devoted to dopers, so check it out. I’ll get you laid yet!
A lot of people don’t believe this because I’ve never had self esteem issues about anything else. I am better now.