The Lawyer, the Aquarian and the Anorexic Factor (Con’t)

Codename: Aquarius
Location: His place
Website: Jdate.com

So there I was, emotionally armed, believing I was equipped with my defense mechanisms, that it had been a month and I didn’t care. Hell, I doubted I would even be attracted to him after all this time and everything that had happened. I came up to his apartment with my computer and my notebook and as soon as I walked in, he sat casually on the couch, aloof with the TV on…

The real estate game continued and my defense mechanism went to sh*t.

Everything inside me melted and I was right back to where I was over a month ago.

Get it together V. No expectation. This is a friend thing and nothing more. You’re going to walk in, talk writing and walk out without giving him anything more then your friendship.

Similarity #4 The Offer

First offer… the hug greeting. We exchanged a hug without a hint of sexual attraction, I was brief and pulled away, he sensed that I was in a different place.

So he counter offered…

“We should have a drink!”

“Um, I just had a beer and I have to drive later so I’m good.”

“Alright, suit yourself.” He went in the kitchen and made himself a Roman Coke.

My next offer… conversation about writing. Where I was at… where he was at… etc.

His following counter offer… a discussion of the girl who was now screwing with his head… the Anorexic Factor.

Anorexic Factor was the girl he had been dating, who he mentioned, who he really liked. She went to UCSB, worked with autistic kids and modeled on the side. And… she was anorexic.

But don’t feel so sorry for this girl just yet… I sure didn’t… she was about as manipulative as they come. She would go out on dates with Aquarius, make it like she liked him and then blow him off… which in a completely karmic way… he TOTALLY deserved. Yet, even though I felt like that was the case, I could tell what this girl was. In essence, Anorexic Factor was a female game player… blond…. young… and a model… she knew how to work her hand and at other people’s expense. People always think that because someone is pretty, educated and they work for seemingly good causes, that that person is a genuinely good person.

These people never went to NYU nor ever worked in the Entertainment industry.

You see, these people are always focused on what they want at other people’s expense. In certain cases, that’s understandable, but people like this… do this all the time. And sometimes, they truly believe that they’re a good person…even when they throw you under the bus…all the time.

So next time you want a job, a guy or even that new pair of stilettos at Neiman Marcus… watch out to make sure Anorexic Factor isn’t behind you or BOOM!

You just got pushed in front of the f—king bus, b*tch!

So he told me how the night before, he had hit the curb with her, as she decided to invite him out and flirt with another guy right in front of him to the point where he had left, completely hurt and
heartbroken.

Evil Victory. Thank you karmic gods.

I knew Anorexic Factor would continue to play him and eventually that would end. What I didn’t know was that my next offer would be… the story of my ONS.

I could tell this provoked his interest. And as he feigned jealousy that I had sex before he did with Anorexic Factor… I finally thought to myself, this finally feels like friendship.

Then he started the digital music… the hours flew by… and I finally took him up on the drink…

And he counter offered… by playfully jumping on top of me and trying to kiss me…

As I closed my eyes and brought my head away to avoid his face, protesting that we couldn’t do it…

I should have grabbed my sh*t and ran out the door.

Yet, I succumbed. And the ridiculous part was that I wanted to.

Similarity #5 Escrow

I had made my offer. He had countered. And I gave in on his terms. Hence the next portion of our foreplay was very much like Escrow. I didn’t possess the property and at any time, he or I could back out.

There we were, making out like we had never missed a beat. And at that moment I didn’t care. He took me into his bedroom and we made out on the bed as he moaned, “You feel so good… I wanna do things to you…”

I dared him, “What do you want to do to me?”

He hesitated as if embarrassed. I dared him again.

“First, I want to take off your pants and lick you a little bit…”

Hold up. I just want to preface this by saying… in all the time I messed around with Aquarius at any time in the story… he NEVER…EVER…went down on me… EVER! He would tease. Make excuses. But no matter what I did for him in the bedroom… and trust me… I did plenty… he NEVER returned the favor. If that doesn’t make him a douche… I don’t know what does. In fact, it makes ME a douche for having tolerated the lack of reciprocity.

Similarity #5 The Close

Sex was not on the agenda this evening, so needless to say there was no close on this deal.

Even though I knew that Anorexic Factor would be out of the picture soon enough, Aquarius decided that it would be a good idea to compare us. That when he was with me he felt like a man and with her he couldn’t even get hard. That I always said what I meant and she didn’t. While this did pump up my ego a bit, I knew that he was blowing smoke up my a** and I wanted to slap him for breaking the cardinal rule… NEVER COMPARE ALOUD.

What a stupid thing, comparing the girls you dated to the girl you’re with after your hot make out session. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I excused myself about 11PM and decided that being there for 6 hours, was long enough. I walked myself to my car somewhat giddy but in full denial that reopening the door to Aquarius would simply lead to more hurt.

But I was simply… curious as all h*ll.

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This four hour Los Angeles-based workshop of massive awesomeness will put you in a group of 4, who will then become your writing partners as you power out a short play on the theme of “How You Broke My F’ ing Heart”. You will only have 2 hours with your teammates to write the short play in its entirety which must be a minimum of 3 pages, max 10. Each person will be assigned to read a part and all will perform their masterpiece in the latter half of class. Who knows, you might meet the person who doesn’t break your F’ ing heart.

The Lawyer, the Aquarian and the Anorexic Factor

Codename: The Lawyer
Location: Yankee Doodles
Website: JDate.com

As if I had not learned my lesson, I went right back into the world of JDate.com with the same wired focus that I would never recommend anyone have when searching online. It makes dating a job and the second that happens you begin to put pressure on yourself and the situation and that usually yields sh*tty results. You begin to attempt to control a situation that you cannot and should not try to control. I was supposed to be looking for a person not a piece of real estate!

Although at times the experience was quite similar.

Similarity #1 The Search

Much like searching for a piece of property online, you have certain qualities that you’re looking for but instead of a 3-bedroom house, a fixer upper, a town home or a condo, you might be looking for what school did he go to, brunette or blond, how much money does he make, is he metro or a jock?

Yet unlike real estate, when you’re a female, what you’re looking for (or not looking for) sometimes finds you.

And such was the case with The Lawyer. He had gone to NYU, much like myself, but for law school and found himself back in Los Angeles working in the corporate world. I thought he was cute,  he seemed like a nice guy and lived in Santa Monica, which of course, I seemed to just gravitate to. Could it be because I liked the beach or because I missed Aquarius…. hmmmm?

Similarity #2 The Browse

Since there was a property that I might be interested in… um I mean a guy, I was proud of myself because I was getting back out there and not waiting for Aquarius… the guy I really wanted and couldn’t and shouldn’t have.

The Lawyer suggested we go to Yankee Doodles and watch the game (um really? But I went with it). So I met Mr. Lawyer and was as casual as could be. He was indeed cute in real life, very nice but every time he asked me a question horns went off and the drunken crowds cheered as the Lakers scored another point. Needless to say, that this place was not ideal for a first online date. Poor judgement and bad taste was not helping his profile in this situation, but we shared a beer and I tried to make the best of it anyway and it seemed like he thought I
was cute. When the bill came, he offered to pay, I offered as well but he wouldn’t let me.

He suggested we go for a walk but I really wanted to leave. He seemed nice, but other then the Lakers and Yankee Doodles and lawyering, what was he really all about? So he offered to walk me to the parking garage and I left him with a hug.

Similarity #3 Trading Up

I was in Santa Monica. I was disappointed with what I had seen and wanted to go after a better prospect. I finally broke and texted Aquarius and told him I was nearby. He called me back. 

“Hey, I’m by the Promenade.”

“What are you doing there?”

“I was just… meeting someone.”

“On a date?”

“Um… yeah.”

“Where’d you guys go?”

“Yankee Doodles. And we couldn’t even talk, it was so loud!”

“Come on dude, really? Yankee Doodles?”

“I KNOW! Exactly.”

“So do you still want to meet up for the writing stuff?”

“Um sure, when?”

“Now.”

“Where do you want to meet up?”

“You could come to my place.”

“Um, okay.”

Jesus… F**king… Christ. Really? Really V?!

To be continued…

WTF? OKCupid message of the week: “Surprised mom, lots of hugs,tears & laughter. Dinner, drinks then drag queen bar where mom was the hit of the show. The grand dame still can out boogey a 6 ft tranny. Great time.”

My response: Huh?

“Quote of the day: Then in my sophomore year I got a haircut and buzzed my head and the cheerleaders came up to me and was like “Oh my G-d, K is hot now.” And I was like (Sing Songy), “F—k You.” - K

"This m*therf**ker was going down."

Codename: Aquarius
Location: Online
Website: JDate.com


Some time had passed since I had exchanged letters with Aquarius. We weren’t chit chatting on IM and I didn’t want to make a move. I was still browsing online but for some reason I was still stuck on the skinny filmmaker.

What’s a girl to do?

So one night on IM he finally broke the silence.

Aquarius: Hey

V: Hey

Aquarius: What are you up to?

V: Just at home.

Aquarius: Writing?

V: Haha, no, I should be.
Question, when did you want to meet up for our little workshop?

Aquarius: That’s not a very good question…
A good question would be…
Are you dating anyone?

V: Me or you?

Aquarius: Me.

V: Well, ARE you dating anyone?

Aquarius: Yes

My stomach sunk a little, but I toughened up, this was to be expected and I wasn’t going to let him see my disappointment.

V: Good for you.

Aquarius: It’s not serious… but I like her.

V: Then what’s up with e-mailing me and wanting me to come over and f--- you silly?!

Aquarius: I was joking.

V: No you weren’t.

Aquarius: But with this girl, we have not had sex, I can’t trust her. At least with you, you’re strait, I always respected that. I miss our crazy sexual chemistry.

V: What do you mean? How old is she?

Aquarius: 22

V: A young 22?

Aquarius: Yeah.

V: And likes going out a lot?

Aquarius: Yeah.

V: Blond?

Aquarius: Yup.

V: What school did she go to?

Aquarius: UCSB I think.

V: Party School.

Aquarius: Ugh I know.

V: Where she from?

Aquarius: The Valley.

V: You’re f—ked.

Aquarius: I know.

I could feel the former part of my sunken stomach flip around. I felt a bit of evil victory, he was getting exactly what he deserved, a bit of his own medicine; he was getting the exact treatment he had given me. And suddenly, I felt better.

And as if his ears were burning at my silent thoughts…

Aquarius: And she goes out on these dates and acts like she likes me.
With you I never lied, strait as an arrow I was.

B*llsh*t.

V: Well let me know when you’re free to talk writing.

Aquarius: I will.

So many mixed emotions… the pain that I had reopened from our previous history, the excitement of being able to talk to him and not being able to help wanting to be seduced by what quite frankly was a silly and strange boy-man, and finally the victory of him being burned by his female doppelganger. I was uncertain, but aware and oddly enough… I wanted to win the f**king game this time.

This m*therf**ker was going down.

Eerie... there's actually an Aquarius hotel in Laughlin http://www.theaquarius.com/

The Ex-Alike Factor

Codename:Alabama

Location: Aroma Café

Website: Nerve.com

I had never ventured on the Nerve.com personals before but a friend of mine had and since it was unexplored territory, I looked into it.

The guys on it were older, like 30s and 40s older and I wasn’t encountering as many 20-something peers in the Los Angeles area. Yet they seemed educated, well accomplished smart types, which is what I was after.

So while I wasn’t getting the crazy in-box action that I was getting on POF and JDate.com, Alabama finally reached out to me.

Now sometimes when you meet people you wonder why you gravitate toward their type. Alabama eerily reminded me of my Ex-Southern Christian BF who had been born in Kentucky. Same type of hair, same type of Southern earnestness and a tendency to desire more emotional investment (hey this is what I got off his profile- I’ve been online dating for awhile- I can pick up on this stuff!) He also reminded me of some of the men in my family, which for me is a subconscious warning sign… those men in my family are nuts.

Alabama was 10 years older than me. Now while I had went out with someone briefly (who I haven’t talked about yet but don’t worry- you’ll find out ;) who had that type of age gap, Alabama seemed nice over IM so I had to ask, could I ever really have a relationship with someone who was that much older? Socially, do we even speak the same language?

He was an illustrator in the movie biz and was in the know of some funny pop-culture stuff. He also had been dating divorcee mommy types- which I thought was intriguing enough to ask about- but Alabama was honorable enough not to kiss and tell.

So when I agreed to meet Alabama for coffee at Aroma café, I had that wonder- should I have talked with him on the phone first? It wouldn’t have mattered because honestly when I met Alabama, while he looked like his pictures on his profile, he actually looked A LOT older than his photos. Tooth gap, slight receding hairline, crow’s feet. He didn’t look 36 to me; he looked more like in his 40s.

Alabama was a nice guy. He even suggested grabbing dinner, but I already knew I didn’t have the energy and I already had an inkling that it might not work out. Although out of all my online dates, he was the most impressive in talent, he actually drew me a puppy in a field UPSIDE DOWN in a matter of 5 minutes.

I really tried to give this a shot. He had that Southern charm I like so much and was very sweet. Thoughts crossed my mind like: Can I introduce someone that looks like they’re in their 40s when I still look like I belong in high school… to my parents? Can I take Alabama to work parties? If this doesn’t turn into a relationship do I want to have wild and crazy sex with this guy?

The answer: No.

Such a catch-22 when you meet someone who might be able to give you the things you’re looking for and not be attracted to them. But when that person reminds you of your Ex maybe it’s just as well.

Thought of the Day

"Being your b*tch is not my idea of a good time." - V

The Rekindling

Codename: Aquarius

Location: Online

Website: JDate.com

Sometimes when a road is unexplored… you get an itch.

I had done everything that everyone had told me and it had been a month since I had last spoken to Aquarius. I had stopped communication. I had sex with someone else. I was hanging out with other people. I was focused on work. I was still pursuing and being pursued by guys online.

At this point… I just kept wondering… what if I had just relaxed a little bit… took it for what it was… played the little game… and had sex with Aquarius? Could it ever be possible to turn the game around and win exactly what I had been after all along: A connection?

But I couldn’t want that. No. I had to do what everyone said which was go in with no emotion. In other words… I had to go in with…

NO EXPECTATION.

If friendship was all I was going to get, then I could take that and be alright with it.

In other words, I just went in with denial. Full denial.

I knew the second I reopened communication it would be his game. But it was a chance I was willing to take.

Dear Aquarius,

So yes- the soup did go awry however, if you want to chat about story and writing let me know- it may be helpful- am trying to get on the ball on the writing and it helps me to talk with other creative people that I know, especially in working out story -- the "macro"- stringing out plot- ironically this actually has always been a difficult area for me. My strengths are with character dev./psych, plot justification and editing/organization. I have to really start a dialogue to get story ideas out. It also helps to reflect on ideas- to see if they're good or just plain lame or unworkable.
 
This also may actually be helpful for you as well-- don't know where you're at with your own personal projects- but I can help identify the crux or the core of things, help block out plans and clarify things. I think I have a handle on your POV with your work- so a dialogue may help. I'm usually pretty constructive.
So if this seems helpful and you're open to it- let me know, if not, no worries.

 
Thanks,

V

Usually, I play the chick role and panic and wonder if I will get a response back. Yet, somehow, I just had that feeling I would…

V,

You've decided to brave the rough seas of Aquarius-hood once again and open up
communication. Ha. Cool. Can it start by you coming over and f**king me silly. Sorry I AM kidding, just thought I'd rattle your brain for a second.

Well, I made a new video last week for a little contest we had at work and I have revisited this older writing piece. I do want to make the next thing and I would love for it to be a dialogue story piece rather than cutesy music driven video.

Sure, I'm down to talk about this. What's your project about and what writing program are you speaking of. Spec feature? What's the core idea?

This could be interesting.


Aquarius

P.S. Ironically it's Monday and you know what that means - half price Dolce, not saying we should meet up and talk writing and have cheap tasty food last minute (wait that's what we used to do) - but who knows, anything is possible.  


I responded by saying that I couldn’t meet up that day because my brother was in town (true) and that I would get back to him. If I was going to “brave the rough seas” I was going to do it on my terms… or so I hoped.

“Message just sent to me via OkCupid: omg!! have you ever seen someone and your heart goes pitter patter!! mine just did”
-This one is mine guys- Oh Okcupid when will you ever deliver me one of the good ones?

ooh... my, my when are you coming to sf miss,,soon i hope,,and hi. - "Missy" who received this from a 43 yr old online

But I just want you to hang out with me a little longer! - Anon/STK attack

I can’t wait to go Baby Gap shopping! 


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The ONS

Codename: Clinger

Location: The Grove/His place

Website: Okcupid.com

So I was to follow his motorbike with my car. This ended up being ridiculous. He had no idea of his way around Los Angeles and was not giving me the cross streets of where he wanted me to go. So he had to follow me FIRST and then I followed him.

I think the fates were trying to tell me something when we both got caught in a sea of midnight cyclists in West Hollywood and I had to do a 3 point turn over and over again to get out of it, with him turning behind me… and since he had a helmet on and was on a bike, it was not as if I could call him and say, “Turn around.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. A part of me was saying, “This is stupid. Go home!”

But I didn’t. After working it out and getting to his place, I had my guard up. I wanted to make sure I was okay. He showed me his place, a two-story town house, not bad. I was petting his cat when he said, “Can I have you back now?”

Control Freak Clinger Insecure Flag. Get the f**k out of there V!

I went with him upstairs, looked at his book collection, very Sci-Fi. Giving it a chance.

Then he took me to his bedroom and we we’re making out again.

For the record, I give this guy high marks on his third base skills. He knew what the f**k he was doing and it was the main reason I consented to this charade. I was pretty sure  I had absolutely no serious interest in him. I tried to talk reason to him, “You sure you want to do this?”

All of a sudden I’m hearing, “Are you afraid if we have sex that I won’t call you, that’s not true. I like you.”

“Um okay.”

“So you want this to be a casual thing or a relationship thing?”

“Uh I don’t know yet.”

“Because if we keep doing this, I’m going to want to be your boyfriend.”

Ugh. Icky. Couldn’t believe it. Shoe was on the other foot for V and I didn’t want it! Then I finally got what everyone had been trying to tell me and why Aquarius did what he did.

Clinger pushed emotion where it was not wanted instead of giving me the space to decide on my own.

At one point while I tried to reason with him, he suggested we play a game where he was on one side of the bed listening and I was on the other and we both strip as I talk.

Blech. Pushy and weird.

I had sex with this guy (Yes, there was a condom) and as good as his skills were, the sex was not good. In fact, the second it was over, I went strait for my clothes.

“Well nice meeting you, I guess.” Clinger said.

I said, “Thanks for the evening.” Had him show me to my car and I jammed the hell out of there.

This was the stupidest thing I had ever done. I felt bad because I could tell this guy was sincere about liking me and I understood it, but pushy, clingy and insecure were all serious red flags and reason enough to never see him again.

The One Night Stand (ONS) was an experience. I can always say I had one and in an odd way, I felt somewhat less emotionally attached to Aquarius, which is why I guess guys mostly do this to move on.

Of course, Clinger texted me the next day to go to dinner. I texted him back that my brother was in town from the Air Force and couldn’t go. Which is true. He texted me back, “Uh I really like you and would like to see more of you. Let me know if you’re on the same page.”

I did not text back. I felt icky. Pure icky. Clingers, blech!

I did call him the next day and of course, he did not pick up and I left him a voicemail, a nice one explaining that I was not on the same page and that I was sorry.

And I never saw him again. Thank the baby Jesus.

Follow up to Letter of the Week

"pregnancies huh...that sucks...

I guess that going out on a limb and being different streak isn't
the thing you wanted to hear, well...ok then. :) A chat, beverage
and snack will be just fine..."


My response: I'm really working on NOT going out with crazies. - No I didn't write him that. I'm not that mean. But posting on blog anonymously... he totally asked for it.

Letter of the week

 "I don’t want you as a booty call at all, the first time around I want to make you pregnant. Its certain!”

My response: Ummmmm…No.

The Clinger

Codename: Clinger

Location: The Grove

Website: Okcupid.com

Aquarius was out of the picture. Work was going well.

But that simply was not enough. I couldn’t believe it. I f**king missed him! I missed his crazy dates and our crazy attraction. I missed his IMs and his texts. I had done what everyone had told me to do and I was regretting it, wondering if I had made the right choice.

All of my in-town friends were always busy. There was nothing to do but go back into the field.

JDate was not enough. I began to brave the Okcupid.com which at first seemed fun and was free, filling out these silly questionnaires… until someone Im’d me…

Clinger was cute. He was flirtatious. He was an east coaster and a computer programmer.  He had even gotten my LA Story reference in my profile. And he rode a motorcycle- kind of a sexy prospect right? So when he suggested we meet, it made sense. And it would get my mind off stupid Aquarius.

Now the thing was… Clinger kept im’ing me. “Hey!” “Hi there!” “Miss me?”

Clinger alert. Red Flag.

But I just let it pass didn’t I?

I met him at Barnes & Noble, I was really reluctant to meet him, but I said to myself, ‘Give it a chance V’.

As I got off the escalator he walked toward me with his helmet in his hand. He was wearing a leather jacket and a backpack.

I wanted to run in the other direction… but it was too late, so I was giving it a chance.

I asked him where he wanted to go and in an earnest country boy sort of way, not charming, but dependent, “That is completely up to you.”

Ugh. He was making me do all the work. Some guys don’t get this. No woman wants the guy to always have control, but he should have a plan or suggestions, meet the girl halfway if he doesn’t have a clue.

And this guy had NO clue. He hadn’t even done any homework. Not impressive.

Even a guy with no clue asks his friends for suggestions, “Where do we go? What do you think?”

He had nothing.

Alright, Johnny Rockets it was.

So it began… the point game…

We started to talk about commonalities.

We’re Jewish, well alright cool, not that it matters to me. No points awarded here, I don’t date based on that.

He was not totally academic in High School but had done Academic Decathlon. Points.

He had done the same competition I had done in school. Points.

He got into college solely on his SAT score. Alright, he’s getting up there. More points.

He had gotten kicked out of private school. RAWR! Bad Boy. Double points.

Then he turned it around and in a very interrogative and near hostile tone, “What are you passionate about? What drives you?”

Insane hostile alert. Red flag.

Perhaps if he had been listening when I went at length about my love of theatre and the arts, perhaps he could have derived that from that piece of information.

Minus a lot of points.

Then we started talking about past relationships. He told me the story about how his ex-girlfriend cheated on him. He sounded bitter. I understood it, but the tone of his bitter waved…

Insecure alert. Red Flag.

At this point, why didn’t I end the date? Ugh, I was being nice. I got sucked into an actual meal on a first online date and at this point I could not get out. This above all people is why you discuss doing something like drinks or coffee first when meeting someone online. Always have an out! If it transitions to a meal, great, but first meetings from online, avoid being trapped!

Then he turned the conversation to sex and for some reason, I became intrigued, it was the least boring thing he had said all evening.

He paid. I respected that. I offered to tip, he said, “You can buy me Pinkberry.” Again in that control hostile tone, like he expected things from me. Blechy.

Alright, buying the Pinkberry, that’s fair and then I’ll get out of here.

We continued to converse, he appeared really interested in me. I was giving it a chance, but I could tell… I was NOT interested. He started talking about his computer programming and then he pulled a guy move.

He switched seats so that he could sit next to me.

Sh*t.

I just went with it at this point. Maybe all I needed was to feed into this guy and forget about Aquarius. Maybe that was why I had no interest in this guy.

He made a move and kissed me.

I said, ‘F*ck it’ and just went with it.

We’re making out in the Pinkberry at this point.

He pulls away and says, “Wow,” as if this guy just met his soul mate.

F*ck.

But he really knows what he’s doing so I don’t stop. He suggests we get out of there.

We’re walking and then he pulls me aside and begins making out again with me hard core and brushes his hand upside on my tummy beneath my shirt, which actually was a bold move but for some reason… it worked.

I know in my head that I absolutely have to end this and go to my car.

Then as we’re walking he holds my hand and says, “You’re the type of girl I’ve been looking for.”

Uh-oh. OMG. Uh-oh. OMG. Clinger!

Alright. Breath. Give it a chance. Let’s see, obviously there’s some physical chemistry…

I’m going to go back to my car, so he goes in for the kiss and we’re making out again… and I am going with it and his hand/tummy move really is working out for him when he suggests, “Let’s go back to my place.”

Red Alert. Bad Move. Red Alert. Bad Move. 

Not only was this possibly going to escalate, I had just met the guy… online… and he had already sounded like he was going to freakin’ marry me… I didn’t know him at all… and I was going back to his place?!

And for some reason, whether it had been forever I had crazy physical interaction with a man or I was just trying to get past the Aquarius situation, like most dudes do when they move on, I manned up and said, “Okay.”

 To be continued…

Come back Wednesday for the second half on confessionsofaV…