I’ve been sitting on this story for a while because that’s what I do. I sit on stories until I’m ready to tell them. Until the right amount of time has passed and I feel ready to put it down on paper in some coherent way.
So a while ago I went out with this guy. And I liked him. A bit. But I knew, instinctively that I shouldn’t.
He was trouble.
So much so, that I knew (KNEW) that I probably shouldn’t have gone out with him in the first place.
But I did. Because he asked. And, truth is, I was genuinely interested. Even though I shouldn’t have been. That is, I should’ve* known better. There’s no need to get into details here. Let’s just say there were things I knew about him, right from that start, that should have sent me screaming (and no he wasn’t married – I don’t do THAT).
Anyway, skip to a couple of weeks later. We’d gone out a few times. And one of my good friends asked me about him. So I described him. And what came out of my mouth was a stream of negative descriptors (among them: arrogant). At which point my friend said, “sounds like your type.”
He (my friend) was right, though. FWIW, I hadn’t meant to describe the guy so negatively. Those were just the things that came to mind. And there were a few nice things thrown in there, too.
I saw the situation for what it was, a disaster waiting to happen.
Another WRONG guy.
But for some dumbass reason I went out with him anyway.
Which is, I guess, progress. Years ago, I would’ve dated him for months, been miserable and not known why. Now I know why. And I knew enough to not continue to date him.
Learning is a process. Maybe there’ll be a time, sometime soon, when I won’t find these guys attractive. When they’ll hit on me and I’ll walk away, without looking back.
Maybe. I hope.
*Please don’t give me a lot of crap about shoulding myself to death. Randomly, I’ve been told twice in the last few weeks (first time by a well known astrologer and the time second by a palm reader) that I’m too hard on myself. I’m working on it. And eating better, and sleeping more (some) and getting back into yoga…
Tags: arrogant, dating, friends