(This is a post written by a friend of mine. A lot of people have asked me if they could write something for this blog anonymously about something they have no other place to vent about. If you are interested in posting here, email me!)
We've all been there. There's this guy. He's really good in bed. And as a gentleman he takes you out for breakfast (or at least coffee) the next day. Then you start seeking him out on the nights you are drunk and don't want to be alone. A little later, you start going to dinner, having phone conversations, and the incessant texting starts.There's more sex, a vacation or two, a hotel here and there, laughs, good conversation, more meals, and soon enough you kind of like him.
We've all been there. There's this guy. He's really good in bed. And as a gentleman he takes you out for breakfast (or at least coffee) the next day. Then you start seeking him out on the nights you are drunk and don't want to be alone. A little later, you start going to dinner, having phone conversations, and the incessant texting starts.There's more sex, a vacation or two, a hotel here and there, laughs, good conversation, more meals, and soon enough you kind of like him.
Damn.
I didn't want to like him. I don't date people. It's too messy and emotional and I personally just don't like it when someone has such control over my heart. But there I was, in the Land of the Inbetween with a guy 13 years my senior. With 5 kids, a not-quite-ex wife, and a load of baggage that almost matched mine.
Being responsible (for the first time ever) I had "THE TALK" with him. The talk about whether we should date or not. The talk lasted for 3 hours and got us nowhere.
Three days later I got desperate "I cannot do this" texts. Cool dude. "I'll give you some time." Thanks man. Appreciate it.
There was no time given. Unless you count the 6 hours of sleep I got.
And again, I was stuck in the Land of the Inbetween.
And again, two weeks later "I'm sorry I can't do this" texts. Again.
So I gave myself some time.
And I am no longer stuck in the Land of the Inbetween. Well let me put it this way, if the Land of the Inbetween were a quicksand pit, I'm getting pulled up and my feet are the only thing left stuck.
Now, can we be friends? Well, we're still sleeping together, so no, we can't.
Did I tell him that? No, not yet. I'm hoping silence will do that for me.
If everything is a learning experience, I must have learned something. But it's still to fresh to analyze. Maybe after I get my feet unstuck.....
I think it is so wonderful that you let your friends use your blog as an outlet. In regards to this post... I think sometimes, these lessons, don't become obvious until years later...
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