Sheesh. I loved it (not) when my laaaaaaast NexBF told me solemnly, I'm just not sure you're right for me.
l should have immediately said, Sounds as though you really have doubts. So I'll be leaving now, and if you make up your mind by ___, let me know, and I'll be glad to listen if I'm still available. Instead I said whhyyyyyy, and he said, "Um, well, you have this
back problem..."
This man was bald, mildly overweight, allergic to everything, and due to prior surgery his, ahhh, equipment, ahhh, well, you get the drift. I was very very understanding affectionate loving affirming supportive unselfish...aaarrgghh.
Anyhow, that evening I had a premonition of good mental health. I stood up immediately and put on my shoes and said (calmly), I feel angry. He had no idea why on earth I would be angry. So I gritted my teeth and politely told him, You don't find fault with someone for something they can't HELP. He looks puzzled. I said, umm, well, for example, it would be as though I found fault with you for going bald or suffering the aftereffects of cancer.
The light bulb went on and he said, I'm sorry. But the jig was pretty much up and it was over about a week later.
Thank the LAWD.
Dunno why I'm reminiscing but it's sooooo nice to realize how far I've come. It'll be 3 years this Xmas I've been a sensible sober and celibate! And I am NOT attracted to Ns any more!
Vroom vroom. (But yes, CB, presuming anyone's after my jiggly self--they will have to be patient. My Bermudas will stay on until madras is back in style.)
Hops
