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Sunday, February 28, 2010

So... What Kind of Soup Are We or Ego vs. Superego Part II

Code Name: Aquarius
Location: His place SM/Houston’s/Friend’s House
Website: J-Date.com


“This skirt is f#$king sexy.” He said.

Aquarius made his way on top of me in a high straddle, his hands slightly lifting my skirt…

Not V's pic... but V's legs are way hotter


I covered my face from embarrassment.

His hands inched up my legs, to my outer thighs, right for my a**, which he apparently liked. He than came over me and we started making out.

When it got to the point where I had ended up straddled on top of him (fully clothed of course;)), I squeezed him with my arms and legs tight, as if in a wrestler’s hug, as a signal that I needed us to stop.

The make-out session was in a different place. I felt closeness, but didn’t know if I could trust it.

I knew I couldn’t have sex with him at this point.

I was already far too gone and I knew it.

I really liked him.

And I was sad because I knew this could really suck for me.

V’s PSYCHE:

Superego: I knew you weren’t ready for this.

Id: Leave her alone! She’s embracing life! That’s what it’s all about. What do you expect her to do? Knit scarves at home and be a cat lady?

Superego: Yes. That’s exactly it, I want her to knit scarves for her kittens. They’re cuter and more affectionate. And they don’t pull this type of bullsh#t.



Ego: Stop it!

“Stop it!”

Ego: Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?

“Okay!”

Ego: Fuuuuuu$$$$$$k… I totally just did.

“I mean if we’re going to have dinner… we should get going. Where to?”

“Houston’s?”

“Perfect!”

Aquarius really loved going to Houston’s. I didn’t figure that out till much later; it really was a nice restaurant… and I was paying for it.

Superego: You have got to be kidding me.

Ego: Hey I said that I would, and in a way it will even things out, it means I am not obligated to do anything I do not want to do. And hey, he did pay for all those other dinners.

Id: See that! Embracing Women’s Lib, right there.

Superego: Look, she’s got to make sure the guy is invested first before she starts handing out the popsicles. That’s how the male-female dance works. And so far, this is a no go.

Id: The male-female dance involves a friendship, a give and take…

Ego: No look, I am turning this around, right now. Watch…

As Aquarius sipped his Roman coke I asked, “Um so can you just clarify for me, you spoke of this soup. So…. what kind of soup are we?” Are we chicken soup? Are we French onion…?”

Superego: J*sus Christ. Santa Maria. Give me guidance… that’s how you propose turning this around?”

Aquarius shook his head in a very confused manner, “I don’t know.”

Superego: He’s f#$king around with you. Can’t you see that?! He can’t even give you a direct answer.

Id: Look, maybe he’s as confused as she is. Maybe he is really being honest. Maybe he really doesn’t know.

Ego: You guys are killing me. Just let me handle this conversation.

“I mean…this is not platonic.” Our eyes connected.

“No,” His eyes connected back. “But you really do like these questions.” His eyes pulled away and looked at the bread in front of them as he grabbed one and took a bite.

“These are questions I have to ask.”

“Well I mean certainly, and I’m happy to talk about it with you. I mean I really appreciate the communication here. I’ve been in situations where there’s no communication. Communication is what you and I share.” He put his hand on a napkin and I worried he might draw me another YOU/ME demo.

I put my hand as a motion to stop. “Just do me a favor and don’t draw me another f#$kin’ diagram.”

“I mean, every time we have met it has been consistently inconsistent. We meet. We have dinner. We have a conversation. We make out.”

“And don’t you plan this?”

“That’s just it, I never plan it. It just happens. Kind of like last time we ate at PF Chang’s and you and I played the piano. It’s just what happens, there’s no name for it.”

Superego: Ohhhhh he’s good. Look how he spins it.

“So when you have me come over to your place, you don’t try to get me into bed with you?”

“No. Like I told you last time. I’m fine if we don’t have sex.”

“But I want to.”

“Well, that’s great.”

“But you gotta be strait with me. Can you do that?”

“I haven’t lied to you.”

Superego: Omission is a lie buddy.

“Okay.”

Dinner was great. It was fun. I was feeling less conflicted, I was letting things unfold. His friends called to debate between bowling and playing board games and even though Aquarius actually agreed that bowling might be better, we lost a phone game of rock paper scissors.

Board games it was… with his friends… who I had never met… and here I was stuck in some kind of f#$king “soup”.

“Just do me a favor, don’t introduce me as your ‘friend’, that’s just insulting.”

“Than what do you want me to say?”

“Say: This is V.”

“Okay.”

“Do they know we met online?”

“Well… yeah.”

Id: Well, see! His friends know that he’s dating her and she’s meeting them. It’s gotta be a good sign.

Superego: HAHA… Deeeee-nial!

“Greeaaattttt. This should be interesting.”

As we pulled up to the apartment in SM and Aquarius stopped the car, he leaned over and kissed me.

Superego: He’s trying to throw you off base by breaking the pattern! (Looking around) Where the f#$k is my vodka? This girl just doesn’t listen to reason!

Id: (Slides over the glass) Here ya go.

Of course, my response by kissing back and wanting to linger… made him pull away.

Superego: (Gulps it down) F#$ker.

I did my best to put my friendliest face forward. I didn’t want anything said behind my back to deter from the fact that I was a nice person. I mean, meeting the guy you’re seeing’s friends is kind of a big deal. If they don’t like you… you’re f#$ked.

As he introduced me to his friend and his friend's girlfriend, he said, “This is my-mhh,” he covered his mouth catching himself, “V.”

With all the others I just went to shake their hand and introduce myself.

His friends were cordial. Not really overly friendly to me. F#$k.

Believe it or not, Aquarius was actually a great date. He was on my team. He gave me a pillow. He brought me water.

In these situations, when you gotta be “on”, you can’t really cut through it and be yourself because you’re so scared that you’ll make a bad impression. Last thing I wanted to do was look like the idiot crazy girl Aquarius met online, because that wasn’t me. I wanted to be the smart, nice, stand-up girl, a girl you liked and respected.

I ended being the overly serious girl who spoke really loudly.

“You have ten seconds to draw the clue in front of you.” His friend read.

“Here, V you draw.”

“I CAN’T DRAW!” My eyes are wide in fear of being the social pariah.

Looking at me like I’m nuts, “V, don’t worry about it.”

I read the clue: CAST AWAY.

I draw an island.

Someone yells out, “SURVIVOR!”

I shake my head no. I draw a volleyball with a smiley face.



“Tom Hanks!” Aquarius yells out.

I shake my head yes and then no.

I draw a box like a cinema screen but it looks just like a box.

“Oh sh#t, what was the name of that movie?”

“Damn.”

“Time’s up.”

I then open my mouth, “Cast Away.”

No points for us.

“Ohhhhhhhh”

                                     “Ahhhhhhh”

“Dammmmnnn”

As we walked out of the apartment, he said, “Well, that went well.”

Ego: It doesn’t make any sense you guys. We’re dating in the open, he introduced me to his friends, he’s an attentive date in front of other people and we haven’t had sex… I don’t get what he’s doing. I’m stumped.

Superego: (hiccups and puts the vodka down) He’s keeping it casual.

Ego: Than why doesn’t he just use that term. Why is he so confusing?

Id: He’s unique!

Superego: (slaps Id) No! (Hiccups) It means he’s keeping control of the game. Sometimes he gives her the ball and she has it, but than he quickly takes it back.

Id: (weeps a little, rubbing cheek) You didn’t have to do that, I just see the good in people.

Ego: You guys, I don’t like this game.

Superego: So quit.

Id and Ego: (Look at one another, raise their fists in the air) NEVER!

Aquarius did the per usual drive me to my car bit… with NO good night kiss.

I guess I had officially lowered my expectations. It was still his game. And I had no idea how to get it back.








































Sunday, February 21, 2010

Ego vs. Superego vs. Id.

Code Name: Aquarius
Location: His place SM/Houston’s/Friend’s House
Website: J-Date.com

I was getting over it.

The date with III, although unsuccessful put a block between my emotions and Aquarius. The method of distraction, while difficult, worked. Thanks Valpal;)

Then… he im’d me at work.

AQUARIUS: Yo.
How are things?

Don’t respond. Don’t respond. Don’t respond. Don’t respond. Don’t respond.

AQUARIUS: You there?

Deep breaths… be strong V! Be strong…

INSIDE V’S PSYCHE:



Superego: Ignore him V. Listen to everyone who keeps telling you this guy is no bueno.

Ego: But what if he has to tell me something… importante?

Superego: Stop V. Stop it!

Id: What if this is his way of showing he cares? V if you want to respond to him, go for it!

Ego: Ohhhhhh myyyyy G----d! What if he DOES care? That is sooooo sweet.

Superego: You have got to be f&*kin’ kidding me. (Lights cigarette and buries head).

Click…Clack…Click…

V: Sorry.
It’s been really busy at work.

AQUARIUS: That’s cool.

V waits.

And waits.

M#$therf#$ker!

He did it again! He just wanted to see if I would respond! I immediately take him off my buddy list and delete his number from my phone. Than I delete him from my Myspace (again) and resign never to talk to him… again.

But does it stop there? Ha, of course not.

On my way to the bank I open and find (gasp) a text from him.

‘Dinner?’

INSIDE V’S PSYCHE:

Superego: V does this guy not know how to dial a phone? Is he even socially expansive in his sentences? Um no… delete.

Ego: Look I’m not even taking it seriously, I swear. I’m okay, I know what this guy is now. I’ll handle it.

Superego: Like… you handled the IM.

Id: Jesus, chill out, the girl’s a grown up. If she says she can handle it, she can.

Ego: That’s okay, I’m going to turn this around.

TEXT: I really can’t today, but I know I promised our lunch. Maybe Sunday?

Superego: How the f&*k is that turning it around?

Ego: Well if I totally negate him, that makes me a total b#$ch, which I don’t want to be. But if I push it back and have to go to work the next day, if we do meet up, it will prevent us from having sex.

Superego: But you end up paying for his lunch. Can you explain how this turns around?

Id: Ugh Superego, I can see you had it going on in high school. Look, she’s drawing the line of sex, so she can keep the power-

Superego: The Power of the what?

Ego: The Power of the P@#s-y

Superego: Alright. You think this is a game you can win?

Ego: I might. I’m in guy mode. I feel nothing.

Superego: Let’s see what you can do.

The next day while promoting the education program that I helped on the weekends, I really doubted and did not care if Aquarius contacted me. I was busy. I had a life. Than another text…

Ego: F#$k it. I’ll take care of that later.

Than… lo and behold…

My phone… rings. It’s him.

“This is V.”

“Hi V. Did you not know it was me?”

“Oh hey, sorry, I’m in the car. I didn’t forget about you.”

“I never said you did.”

“So…”

“Well, I was hoping it was going to be a nice day, I was going to say let’s go to the Botanical Gardens.”

Ego: Ohhhhhh myyyyyy G----d! Botanical Gardens?

Superego: We are so f#$ked.

“We have Botanical Gardens in LA?”

“Yeah in Pasadena. I’ve never been.”

“It’s raining. So what are we going to do?”

“Well, my friends might be doing something. Maybe we can grab dinner. Would you be be okay to come to my place and we’ll figure it out?”

“Ummm…”

Ego: What do I do?

Id: Say YES! Say YES!

“Yeah, sure.”

Ego: I’m not going to have sex with him. I’m not going to have sex with him. I’m not going to have sex with him…

Superego: (Throws back a shot) We are so f#$ked.

I approached this as casual as any guy. I showered. I put on a cool t-shirt and my jean skirt. I was late and didn’t care. I was emotionless.

Then I opened the door to his apartment.

There he was again. T-shirt. Glasses. Scruff. My kryptonite.

Ego: Whhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Superego: Like you even f#$king listen. (Takes a drag)

Aquarius gave me the run down. His friends were torn between bowling and Boggle. In the meantime, he showed me YouTube videos of Justin Timberlake’s dance moves and than a video of himself experimenting with dance moves.

I then did something corny. So corny, that I’m afraid to tell you. I took all this as a sign that he wanted me to know him. I thought it was only fair that he knew me too.

I recited my slam poetry high school speech. Yes, I slammed my high school speech. It was good to anyone that knew me, but to this day, I wonder if people even understood a f#$king word I said.

No reaction from Aquarius.

Even my Southern Christian Ex said, “That was great!” But than again, that guy loved me and this one didn’t.

I then proceeded to show him photos of my own family via Facebook. 

Aquarius then showed me this baby video he did when his nephew was born. I didn’t understand why he was showing me any of this. But then when I saw a picture of him holding the baby, the female wires in my brain went awry.

Ego: Ohhhhh myyyyyy G---d! He likes children!

Note: This is not Aquarius. This is a hot guy with a baby. 


He than had me look up something on his computer, while I sat next to him on his couch. I could feel the electricity in the air, something drew us together but he would only respond to it when I negated it.

He than kissed my cheek. I laughed.

“You were supposed to turn your head.”

I turned my head but could only muster a nervous giggle, unable to look him in the eye.

“Uh-oh, this may lead to expectations.”

Superego: DON’T HAVE SEX WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

He than moved in…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Method of Distraction

Codename: III (or The Third)
Location: Coffeeshop/The Grove
Website: J-Date.com

The situation with Aquarius really f***ed me up. Even Yoda couldn’t help me.



“End it.”

“I will. I’m not going to call him again.”

“That means not responding when he contacts you. No calls. No e-mails. No IMs. No texts. Nothing.”

“Do I even need to tell him?”

“What? No. It’s done.”

“But... that’s so… so….”

“What?”

“It’s sooooo mean.”

“So?”

“But I’m not like that.”

“Well, it is what it is.”

(Who f**king came up with this damn expression?)

Yoda wasn’t enough. I had to go to a female source. I went to Valpal and over Mexican Mochas….

“But I DO want to have sex with him!”

“And when you took care of his “needs” and felt like your head was going to explode, he said that you shouldn’t?”

“Yeah.”

“Than why don’t you listen to him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look V. He told you.”

“He told me?”

“When he said it was just for fun. He already told you up front.”

“But than why the dinners? Why show me family photos? I mean it’s not like all we do is physical.”

“Doesn’t matter. He told you. You went in with expectations.”

“What’s so wrong with expectations? We all have expectations!”

“You put pressure on it. You get disappointed.”

“Wow. You’re like a guy.”

“Yeah.”

“So… this is never going to change.”

“I mean you could continue to hang out. See where it goes. It could turn around, where he might want a relationship with you, but honestly…”

“Yea…”

“It’s highly unlikely.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I think you should see other people. It will take your focus off him.”

“I don’t know how to do that. I’ve only ever been a one-at-a-time person.”

“Go out with friends. Go up to someone on the street.”

“This is L.A.”

“Well you need…a method of distraction.”

Back to the drawing board. I really didn’t want to reuse the same source that seemed to bring me Aquarius, but I had already paid the 40 bucks a month because I forgot to take off the auto-renewal option.

J-Date it was.

I mean it was easy. I would chit chat during off periods at work. Screen guys before hand. IM. Ignore. Block. E-mail. There was something to be said for the convenience factor.

Than I came across III.

Now I call him III because I seemed to be attracted to men with the same name. It was like my brain was hooked to the same damn pattern because I thought I could discover what I found the first time around with Southern Christian.

So after many many e-mails, which I DO NOT suggest (it just goes on and on and on)  I finally nailed down a meeting place and time with III.

So as it was, III met me at the Coffee Bean at the Grove.

He DID NOT look like his picture.

I was attracted to the guy in the picture. Unfortunately, I was not attracted to this guy. And he was not attracted to me.

He wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, he was nice enough to pay for my coffee.

He had gone to USC film school and interned with a major film director who was rumored to make his male interns into well, um… his male young lovers. Supposedly, III’s career didn’t escalate seeing as he wasn’t interested in men.

But than again, he wasn’t interested in me or my breasts and I don’t care how NOT a guy is attracted to you, their eyes in those situations 99.99999999% of the time do a once over of your breasts. It is the way their brain is wired. Even guys who love guys, LOVE breasts. We can go into the Oedipus Rex-y psychoanalytical aspect of this concept but let me stray from that. But if I’m wrong, please correct me. It doesn’t change the fact that requirement #1 for a positive dating outcome is attraction or rather “he wants to f#@k me and I feel likewise.”



You know when you’re straining for questions and the other person can’t carry a conversation… there’s nothing there. You than enter date HELL.

This is where you apply the first online date rules. You meet in public. Check. You carry a phone. Check. You have an out. Uh-oh.

An online date gone bad deserves an hour. But that’s it. That’s fair. If it goes any longer than that, you are doing a disservice to you and the other person. The only reason you would let it continue is that you sense there is something there or that there might be something about the person that you want to give a chance.

But when there are several periods of awkward silence and no one has an inkling of desire that = NO CHEMISTRY. All we had in common was a four-year degree. That’s it.

YAWN. “Gosh I am so sorry, but I am soooooo tired.”

“Oh.”

“It was so nice meeting you!” HUG.

The method of distraction failed. All it did was make me miss Aquarius.

S@#t.







Sunday, February 7, 2010

W……T…... F

Code name: Aquarius
Location: Mar Vista/Gladstone’s/ His place SM
Website: J-Date.com

Saturday night. I am on the 405 driving to Mar Vista to visit my friend, Robex who is going to take me to a yummy mystery shop at Gladstone’s.

Of course, because I made plans… who on earth could I possibly hear from…

Aquarius.

He texts me: “Dinner?”

And because I actually respond to people, I do the taboo and call him and tell him I already made plans for dinner, but that I wanted to get back to him.

“Maybe after... we can do dessert?”


“Maybe.”

“Okay, call me, if not, no worries.”

F**k he did it, AGAIN, but at this point I don’t give a s**t. Three dates and two make-out sessions later, he has already told me in essence: ‘The game is pointless, there is no way you could ever play this right. I am never going to give you what you want.’

And even though I know this, for the sake of the oxytocin and the pure naiveté, I keep playing the stupid game. In fact, it is like I don’t get it! And in truth, it was because I didn’t.

Over fish and chips, I bring up the situation to Robex:

“So guess who f**ing texted me?”

“Um, Aquarius.”

“Of course.”

“So what does he want?”

“Dinner. But I told him since I had plans with you, I might be able to meet up later so he suggested dessert.”

“Ohhhh dessert.”

“But again with the texting, he never calls.”

“What did I tell you about Aquarius?”

REWIND:

Robex had a little wild and crazy love affair with an Aquarius while in school. He did a little number on her.

He was a drummer. He was crazy. He was cute. He brought her flowers. Sung her songs.

Hot. 

Than… he was off watching “HARRY POTTER”… with some other brunette. Hanging out at a Smashing Pumpkin concert with another red head. No phone calls for Robex.

Cold.

Than back with the flowers. Back with the songs.

Same scenario. Sort of. You get the picture.

“Really? Its just the month he was born.”

“No V. No. It is not. You should not have called back.”

“Why?”

“Once you give in to that behavior, it sets the tone for everything else.”

“But can’t I just… meet up with him later?”

“If you want to…”

“I haven’t been this excited in such a long time!”

“Well, that’s good!”

“Don’t worry… I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“Ohhhhh-kay.”

“I think I’ll be fine. I can handle this.”

I remembered this mantra as I drove over to Aquarius’s apartment, parked in the usual place and walked over to his building. I buzzed him to let me up, but he instead gave me the code, ‘Wow, that is trusting’, I thought.

Yet, when I opened the door to his apartment, I didn’t realize how attracted to him I was. It was like a wave that came over me. His silly cotton t-shirt. His short and skinny physique. His… glasses. I didn’t even know that he wore glasses. And the beard scruff. OMG. Scruff.

And it was a serious weakness for me.

I love a man in glasses. I will never understand how the f**k my brain is wired, but there is something about it. It screams intellectual hottie. My freshman R.A had worn glasses and he often had scruff and he was H-O-T. Later, my Ex-Southern Christian boyfriend had also donned the glasses and the scruff, needless to say, that did it for me.

That evening… I was so f**ked. And not exactly in the way you thought…

I sat next to Aquarius on the couch. We debated going for dessert. We were both full. A moment of indecision passed us. Than Aquarius reached over me…

And pulled out his laptop. Along with two Nintendo controllers.

“Want to play video games?”

“Um, sure.”

Phew.

It is always so funny when you want something and are so afraid to have it. You get to the situation and can cut tension with a knife. You can never rush the moment. If you rush the moment… you kill it.

This is how we passed the next couple of hours. We played video games. He showed me some of the silly videos he made.  He played the piano. I listened. I asked him why he wasn’t making the short films he used to make. He reasoned he wasn't compelled to make them and that he couldn’t write. He showed me pictures of himself when he was younger. He showed me pictures of his newborn nephew.

I really didn’t understand. He was having me get to know him. Forming a friendship. I clearly wanted to hook up with him… and he was moving in the other direction.

Until, he had me sit on his bed.

We sat watching videos of shows from the 80’s on his laptop. He showed me some of his favorite songs. Than he turned my head and began kissing me.

This grew intense. Hot.

I had thrown out the rules. First, it was shirts. Than, it was pants. Till there was nothing left but us.

And than it was third base … well… for him.

I was ready to go for it. Than he asked me, “Should I get a condom?”

I closed my eyes and I sensed the hesitation for myself, “No. I can’t go that far yet.” In the back of my head, I remembered the word of the wise man, I remembered “The Power… of the P***y.” (See Blog #4 “Now That Sounds Like an ‘EXPECTATION’.”)

“Okay.” He replied.

But he gets taken care of. And when we’re done he smiles and says, “Thank you.”

Than I tried to cuddle with him and… he turned to his side… with his back to me.

Detached. Cold.

W……T…... F.

Here I was… in his bed… without a stitch. We had just spent the evening having fun and a second ago we were intimate, so the second he gets what he wants; he just turns his back to me?

W……T……F. (x10)

Then he gets up and goes to the restroom. He begins brushing his teeth. Than as he is flossing he asks me, “What was your first sexual experience like?”

“Um…” I’m holding my knees to my chest, my head dizzy, not able to form sentences because everything that is happening in this moment makes absolutely no sense to me.

“I don’t remember.” I reply.

He already has his boxers back on. I’m looking for my clothes now. In this moment, I don’t even know what I was thinking taking them off.

He takes note and begins putting on his own clothes.

Than I say, “Wait a minute, I need to talk to you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m confused.”

“Why?”

Please take note, the time is now 1:00AM.

“Um, how do I say this? Oh… I just s**ked your d**k. We were intimate. And the second it stopped you basically just turned your back to me like I wasn’t even there.”

He looks at me expressionless. “I was tired.”

“Um no. What’s going on here?”

“I thought we talked about this.”

WTF… continued.

He takes a piece of paper and a pen.

“Okay, how do I explain this. So this is you.” He draws a dot. “And this is me.” He draws a dot and a line in between. “These are your emotions, your thoughts, your expectations.” He is drawing squiggly lines around my dot. “And these are mine.” He draws a faint squiggly. “What we do together, is what happens in between.” He begins drawing wavy lines in between both dots. “And whatever that is, that is.”



I look at him, still confused, waiting for the punch line, “Uh-huh.”

“What you have to remember,” he defines the line between our dots, “Is that whatever is happening over here, is yours.”

“Okay…”

He begins defining the line closer to his dot, “And whatever is happening over here, is mine. And just because this is happening over here for you…”

“Does not mean it is happening the same way for you.”

“Right.”
“So… you don’t feel anything for me?”

He smiles. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“So what is this?”

“It is what it is. It’s our soup.”

“I mean, did you plan this?

“This? No. I really did just want to meet up and have dessert.”

I’m looking at him to see if he is lying. I can’t tell. “I just did not expect to go as far as I did.”

“I didn’t either, but it was awesome.”

“And you said, 'thank you'?”

“Well, what else are you supposed to say?”

“Um, you’re not supposed to say anything. ‘Thank you’ is just condescending.”

“But I didn’t mean it that way. Look, I don’t want this to be a negative experience for you. I don’t want you to look back and think that I’m an asshole. I’m really a nice guy, I do care.”

“My head hurts.”

“Look, if this is how it’s impacting you, than maybe we shouldn’t have sex.”

“But I really want to. I just don’t know how to deal with the other stuff you have going on.”

“I don’t usually have sex with more than one person.”

“But you can’t say that you’ll only have sex with me.”

He doesn’t answer. “I thought you were going to chew on this?”

“I’m still chewing. What time is it?”

I look to the clock. The time is now 3:00AM. We’ve been having this inane conversation for two hours now.

“I have to go.”

“Do you need me to drop you at your car?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t say, ‘Take care.’”

“Than what should I say?”

“Drive safely. So, question: If I offered to pay for lunch, since you always pay and I wanted to do something nice, could that be done?”

FREEZE:

Why did I do that?! I had just given him an"awesome" evening and now I wanted to buy him lunch? WTF on me! ON MEEEEE.

“Yeah, why not?”

As he takes me to my car, I remember not to expect a kiss and I wonder if I could live with constantly lowering my expectations.

“Drive safely.” He says.

I force a smile. “Thanks.”

And in my mind all the possibilities that ran through it, are cut in half. And I am resigned to never see Aquarius again.

I look at my phone and Robex texted me, “So.... how was dessert?”

I smirk. I texted back, “Hot… and Cold… I’ll tell you later.”













Monday, February 1, 2010

“Now that sounds like an ‘EXPECTATION’”

Code Name: Aquarius
Location: Work/PF Changs/
His place in SM
Website: J-Date.com

I refuse to be on IM. He signs on. He doesn’t chat with me. I refuse to call. The phone will not ring. I will not text. There is no message on my phone.

The game… has begun.

I poll a million people at work and ask how long do they wait before they call a girl they just went out with, these responses vary from a couple days… a few days… than I ask 5 days? Ummmm, no doesn’t sound good.

Than I tell a wise man, Yoda, my plight:

“Forget him.” He says.

“You don’t understand! Do you know how long it has been since I met someone I even like? I mean the date was good! I swear, I know what a good date is and that was good!”

“First base?”

“Yes.”

“Second base?”

“Ummmmm, yes.”

“Third?”

“What’s third again?”

Yoda waves towards the downstairs department.

“No! No. No.” Shaking my head.

“Ok, good. Now listen, I’m going to tell you something… and you can’t ever tell anyone I told you this.”

Nodding. “Ok.”

“Every woman has the power- “

“The power?”

“The Power…,” he whispers inaudibly, “…of the P***y.”

Thinking. “Yes, I concur.”

“Now all women have this power, but they don’t all know how to use it.”

“Yes.”

“Now if you had given it up the first time around… game over.”

“Really?!”

“Yes.”

“But you gave him just enough… probably more than you should have after two dates. So he will want more.”

“But that’s stupid!”

“It is what it is.”

“What?!”

“Now you sure you want to see this guy again?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Listen. This is what you do…text him: ‘Thinking about you.’ Boop! Dat’s it. Do not call, do not write, do not do anything more than that. If he doesn’t respond by the end of the day, write him off.”

I am embarrassed but I do as Yoda tells me… and it is genius. By late afternoon I have, “Dinner? Maybe a movie?”

I call Yoda, “What do I do?!”

Yoda asks, “Wait, did he text you or call you?

I tell him, “Text.”

He says, “Well, that is kind of rude. Don’t call him.”

I listen and do not call.

Than another text: “Maybe yummy PF Changs? Hmmmmm?”

I call Yoda again and tell him to which he replies, “He must call you.”

I feel…. will power… slipping….Aahhhh… oxytocin winning out: ‘I really do want to do dinner with him… it sounds fun’… my hand rolls over my phone… my fingers begin typing on the number pad…losing…power… texting: Can’t talk right now. Thoughts... justifying… ‘Just being polite’.

And that’s when Aquarius texts me: “Call me when you’re done.”

Boom. Defeated. Aquarius 1. Taurus 0.

He turned it around so that I would have to call HIM.

M*therf@#ker!

Doesn’t call me for 5 days. Texts me the day of for dinner. I look less than my best after working 11 hours and now I have to call HIM?!

I call Yoda and tell him what has happened. He scolds me and says, “You shouldn’t have responded… now it’s his game.”

F@#k!

I don’t know that things would have turned out differently had I listened to the wise Yoda who advised me early on to not give in to poor behavior. But silly naïve little me, gave the benefit of the doubt.

So when I finish up after work, I call him:

“Hey!”

“Hey.” Chewing.

“What are you up to?

Non-chalantly, “Just eating some peanuts.”

“So, what’s going on tonight?”

“You still down to coming out to SM and PF Changs?”

“Sure.”

And here I am all fro-y, non-showered and pretty much cave woman and I go, hoping he will accept my non-date like condition.

I get to PF’s, grab a table and run to the bathroom. I open my purse, and oh thank goodness… a toothbrush! Yes! Toss some water in my fro to smooth it out and take off my turtleneck, which has a tank top underneath.

I get to the seat and he sees me and greets me with a distanced hug. I think, ‘Grrreeeaaaattttt.’

He sits in the booth with me about a foot apart. I think, ‘PPPuuuuurrrfeeectttttt.’

And suddenly we’re strangers again. Like the last two dates never happened.

He continues into weary conversation, about his struggle to write. About how he worked with a life coach to persist and ended up going up to strangers for the purpose of being rejected 15 times and learning to be okay about it. He talked about how he was messed up from his parents being in a car wreck, they ended up being okay, and how he stopped smoking, stopped dating and tried to get his sh*t together. Looking back, he may have been a bit self absorbed, but I took a lot out of that conversation that night and really thought I could help him, which is both my gift and vice. And although to this day, he will never give me the full credit… I know that in many ways, I did help him, but as his friend.

He talks about how he had dinner with his ex recently, who he had been serious with for a year and had ended it, how she moved on and I wonder, ‘Am I about to get left for the ex?’

We have a fun dinner and to my surprise, even though I offer, he picks up another sizable check.

So we go back to his house, play “Heart and Soul” on his piano, as if we are friends.

And somehow we make it back to the bed, as a reminder that this is a date. (F’ing confusing right?) And we’re making out again… and this time he gets the bra-less V, because she happened to wear a tank top with an inside bra that day…

And as I am lying on my stomach on his bed, shirtless and he is laying on his side, shirt less, I flip over to look at him, half my face in the pillow, “So why did you wait 5 days to contact me?”

As he looks at me and smiles, “Now that sounds like an ‘EXPECTATION.’”

I gasp and I flip to my other side and cry, “Ohhhhh nooooooo.”

“So meet anyone else on J-date yet?”

I go, shaking my head ‘No’, “Uh uh, no YOU,” turn around and point like he is the perpetrator.

He says, “Okay, if you’re asking if I am seeing other people, than the answer is yes. One I was supposed to meet up with this last Wednesday but she flaked, I met her before you. And there was one that I met once, but these are really nothing.”

“Soooooo, what does that mean?”

“It means, I like you as a person and I enjoy your company. This is just for fun.”

As I take the pillow and cover my naked chest in front of a person I thought I was beginning to know and suddenly did not anymore, “And what does that mean?”

“Well, you know how people usually go out and they eventually become boyfriend and girlfriend…?”

“Yessssss…?”

“This may not happen…”

I’m looking for my clothes now. “Because you don’t want a relationship…?”

“Hmmmmm…”

“I don’t understand.”

He takes a piece of paper and begins to diagram the circumstances. I really don’t understand what the f@#k he is drawing as I am still half naked with a pillow covering me and my head is imploding with serious confusion, disappointment and hurt.

He says, “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. You know, we can continue to hang out…maybe till we find other people…?”

“I just don’t know if you can give me what I need,” I say soberly.

“Well, what do you need?” And even now, I really don’t know why he asks me this as if he cares.

“I need respect…”

“Okay…”

“Physical expression…”

“Yes…”

“Affection…”

“Yes…”

“…and loyalty.”

“Now see… that’s the issue. The question is do we continue…?”

“Or do we stop.”

He’s silent.

“I’m gonna have to chew on that.” An expression I borrowed from my old Southern Christian boyfriend.

I gather my clothes, my thoughts and the rest of my dignity and have him drive me to my car at 3AM on a Thursday night/Friday morning, am so dumbstruck that I accidentally miss the 405, but drive from SM to the SFV and get up 3 hours later to drive to work.

I chew. But plan never to call him again nor hear from him. To this day, I am not sure if that would have been better, as that was not the case…