Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Not So Firm Resolve

A new year a new guy.  A resolution to be open about dating artists led me to meet a musician and an actor, aka “Too Many Teeth Guy” and “Mr. Loves the Pursuit.”  So you know how it ends, but how did I begin, when I knew how it would end?  I’ve dated artists in the past and it’s too much ego bundled into a couple – I’m self-involved, he’s self-involved, we both think the conversation’s great because neither of us listens to the other.  


“Too Many Teeth Guy” DID listen some, but when he spoke, the words that tumbled out filled suitcase after suitcase of baggage baggage baggage; “I’m broke, money’s tight, I have child support, I have 1 child, plus 1 step child, I have 1 ex-wife, and she’s not the mother of my child, the mother of my child is the devil, we’re waiting on a record deal and times are tough, instead of taking you out, why don’t I come over and “hang out?””  So now my ears ached along with my chipped tooth – oh yeah, he was a tooth-banger-kisser who pretended to blame his teeth-banging ways on me! 


All the while, “Mr. Loves the Pursuit” was calling, but first the dentist had to fix my chip (no joke), so “Mr. Pursuit” called and called and called.  I was busy, he was out of town, I was sick, he was working, I was tired, he was tired – we were a perfect pair!  After 2 months of this, we had our first date.  He was tall and strong and cute.  He came over, picked me up, opened my car door, took me to a nice place, bought me lunch, flirted a little, and then talked and talked and talked…into the air.  He never looked at me.  The air was fascinated with his story.  So I played a staring game, I never took my eyes off him and waited to see how many times he’d look back.  Well, he looked at me as much as I talked, and for once, I had nothing to say!


But strangely I still had hope, he was sweet and don’t forget - tall and strong and cute.  So I let him take me home and he tickled me on my couch, played the “am I going to kiss you? game” (which ended in a flirtatious “no”) walked me to my door, and said goodbye.  An hour later he called to tell me he wanted to see me again very soon, but I guess “soon” meant “never” for he never called again. 


So the lesson today: Listen to him talk, but if he doesn’t listen back, listen to your heart, and give him the number to “the air out there.”  And if he does have things to say, but the things would sink you to the bottom of the ocean, tell him there’s no room in your boat for extra baggage. 


And my new resolution is to stick with my old resolution: NO DATING ARTISTS!

Posted by dontdateTHATguy at 10:03:03
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