I couldn't decide whether to post about this or not...
I finally decided... what the fuck... really... I cannot change who I am... I can try and justify it... but... again, what the fuck...
I had a date with Prince Charming on Friday Night... it lasted all of about an hour... long enough to eat some sushi & talk a bit... he was tired... it seems he's always tired... he does too much... for work, for his family, for his friends... (here's me justifying him...) he really doesn't have time for a girlfriend... so even tho it makes me sad to think so... I'm counting Friday night as a fond farewell to any future thoughts of it being any more than what it is.
I swore to myself I wasn't going to drink away my sorrows on Saturday... so although I'd agreed to go to the bar... I drank water til about midnight... then I decided that bar's just really aren't any fun when you're sober. I wanted to go somewhere where I wouldn't know any one. I love "my" bar because I feel comfortable there, and I usually know at least half the crowd by name... but I just wanted to be "nobody" on Saturday.
So we go to this bar down the road... I've never been... and it's a nice little spot... NASCAR stuff all over the walls...2 pool tables... a big ol'jukebox to match the big ol' bar... and the drinks were only 25c more than at our normal digs.
First thing I notice... this place is full of good ol'boys... I know I've used this term before... and I have to explain MY definition. These guys could be cowboys... or rednecks... or all of the above... but they're somewhat normal. Not wearing crazy shirts or cowboy hats... they're wearing shit kickers... not their fancy pointy toed boots... yea... they have Wranglers on, but not with big ol'belt buckles. Black T-Shirts & BaseBall Caps were more the style.
And this one in particular catches my eye... he's at the JukeBox... and when he's done he comes and stands next to me. At first... he just stands... MMM & I are talking and some Alabama song, (mountain music?) comes on... and of course we start laughing and singing... I have my knee brace on, but blue jeans on over it... we were joking and teasing and something he said struk me sexy and I said jokingly "that's it, he's mine" to MMM, like claiming him...so he, get this... PICKS MY ASS UP OFF THE BARSTOOL!!!! He walks me toward the door, holding me in his arms, cradle style... I was LAUGHING so hard... it was crazy! The shit fairy tales are made of I swear!
We talked for a few minutes... and I swear... I'm SO BAD at this dating thing... I didn't even see the ring. Yep... he's married.... We ended up talking for an hour... and if he wasn't married... I swear he'd be perfect for me.
He's cute, tall, funny, strong... laughs loud and doesn't care... he's a taurus on the virgo cusp... he's got a Boxer and a Weinheimer (both GREAT dogs)... no kids, sexy tattoos... he's a Marine... he served in Iraq... he tried to (this is me justifying this one now!) explain that his marriage isn't what it seems... they got married before he went to Iraq a year ago February, for the money... at that point of the conversation he took the ring off and tossed it in his beer, shrugged his shoulders and leaned into me and whispered... "really... it doesn't mean anything... it was all about the money..."
He walked out with us... and jokingly got in the car with us... and as much as I hate to admit this... if it wasn't for his friends and MMM... I may very well have let him come home with me... (it's been over a month since PC has even tried.)
Karma is a bitch tho... and would I want to be on the other end of this story... no... I wouldn't... so yet another night alone.
Sunday was spent out on the lake... pic's to come...
I had a date with Prince Charming on Friday Night... it lasted all of about an hour... long enough to eat some sushi & talk a bit... he was tired... it seems he's always tired... he does too much... for work, for his family, for his friends... (here's me justifying him...) he really doesn't have time for a girlfriend... so even tho it makes me sad to think so... I'm counting Friday night as a fond farewell to any future thoughts of it being any more than what it is.
I swore to myself I wasn't going to drink away my sorrows on Saturday... so although I'd agreed to go to the bar... I drank water til about midnight... then I decided that bar's just really aren't any fun when you're sober. I wanted to go somewhere where I wouldn't know any one. I love "my" bar because I feel comfortable there, and I usually know at least half the crowd by name... but I just wanted to be "nobody" on Saturday.
So we go to this bar down the road... I've never been... and it's a nice little spot... NASCAR stuff all over the walls...2 pool tables... a big ol'jukebox to match the big ol' bar... and the drinks were only 25c more than at our normal digs.
First thing I notice... this place is full of good ol'boys... I know I've used this term before... and I have to explain MY definition. These guys could be cowboys... or rednecks... or all of the above... but they're somewhat normal. Not wearing crazy shirts or cowboy hats... they're wearing shit kickers... not their fancy pointy toed boots... yea... they have Wranglers on, but not with big ol'belt buckles. Black T-Shirts & BaseBall Caps were more the style.
And this one in particular catches my eye... he's at the JukeBox... and when he's done he comes and stands next to me. At first... he just stands... MMM & I are talking and some Alabama song, (mountain music?) comes on... and of course we start laughing and singing... I have my knee brace on, but blue jeans on over it... we were joking and teasing and something he said struk me sexy and I said jokingly "that's it, he's mine" to MMM, like claiming him...so he, get this... PICKS MY ASS UP OFF THE BARSTOOL!!!! He walks me toward the door, holding me in his arms, cradle style... I was LAUGHING so hard... it was crazy! The shit fairy tales are made of I swear!
We talked for a few minutes... and I swear... I'm SO BAD at this dating thing... I didn't even see the ring. Yep... he's married.... We ended up talking for an hour... and if he wasn't married... I swear he'd be perfect for me.
He's cute, tall, funny, strong... laughs loud and doesn't care... he's a taurus on the virgo cusp... he's got a Boxer and a Weinheimer (both GREAT dogs)... no kids, sexy tattoos... he's a Marine... he served in Iraq... he tried to (this is me justifying this one now!) explain that his marriage isn't what it seems... they got married before he went to Iraq a year ago February, for the money... at that point of the conversation he took the ring off and tossed it in his beer, shrugged his shoulders and leaned into me and whispered... "really... it doesn't mean anything... it was all about the money..."
He walked out with us... and jokingly got in the car with us... and as much as I hate to admit this... if it wasn't for his friends and MMM... I may very well have let him come home with me... (it's been over a month since PC has even tried.)
Karma is a bitch tho... and would I want to be on the other end of this story... no... I wouldn't... so yet another night alone.
Sunday was spent out on the lake... pic's to come...
7 Comments:
That sucks but you did the right thing.
You can't be taurus with a virgo cusp, it would have to be aries or gemini. Trust me, i work for the goverment.
Asshole. Sucks to do the right thing, doesn't it?!
Yup. You did the right thing. I couldn't fuck up my karma like that either.
And doncha know there is a name "up valley" for boys like that? They all call them goat ropers. :D I'm glad I could school you on that. We've got many, many goat roping friends from Napa and others from further up by y'all. Heh.
You definitely did the right thing. The karma does suck when it's coming back at you 10 fold.
Keep your chin up :)
You did the absolute right thing, bummer though it is.
Damn the married men; they shouldn't even be allowed in public! (I'm only half kidding)
Miss Ann.. you are absolutely correct.. .I have no idea what I was thinking...
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