So this could turn into a rant; fair warning.
I know the course of true love ne'er did run smooth, but does it have to be
this rough?!
Six weeks ago guy A broke up with me. It hurt of course, probably worse because he said he still loved me (seriously, I don't need to know, that just encourages me). He never really articulated what it was that spelled the death knell, whether it was wanting different things long-term, or if I was too high-strung, or what. I don't hate him or anything, but it does sort of feel like a waste of emotional resources and that I was Shanghaied a bit with the dangling carrot of commitment.
I then had a crisis and as usual my crisis involved lots of men. Guy C decided to chase after me when I was on vacation just to pull away at the last minute. It was very confusing. For better or worse, he's one of my closest friends and confidants. But it always gets muddled up by physical attraction. Unlike A who is a nice inactive Mormon with a wholesome lifestyle, C ... isn't.
I documented a bit of my Tinder date with guy B (the psycho Mormon lawyer guy). That was just an emotional wringer and to answer the thread's titular question: yeah, no.
After B I had a romantic but futile rooftop kiss with guy D, who met a lot of my on-paper requirements but was just using me as part of his quarter-life crisis. He never did text back but I'd rather be flirted with with no follow-up than treated like property.
So I knew B and D were out of the picture, and was trying to navigate what a post-relationship friendship might look like with A. But I still was talking to C every single day. I've known him longer than any of these other guys ... two years to the day that we met cute, he flew out to see me in my musical, which was really, really meaningful to me. I was manically cleaning my apartment (my OCD side can be strong sometimes) and in my mind everything would be perfect, right? So I open the door and yeah, it was fantastic! For once he seemed happy to see me, I wasn't involved with anyone else, it had been a reasonable amount of time since I'd been single, so it felt like maybe this time would be different.
And it was, in a way ... for one thing, both of us are a bit crazy, let's be honest; but it seemed that we were both in an emotionally healthier place. You know, not binge drinking, or smoking (in his case), or impulsively quitting jobs after six months (we both are guilty of that!). He really went all out with our dates, and I hate, hate, hate feeling like I have to pretend with new dates, this constant relationship management and putting on a show, even though I'd consider myself a pretty good actress. It just sucks. So here's a guy who knows literally everything about me, the only one who has been part of my life since before my mother died ... I am pretty weird about emotions, but I thought, "maybe I do love him?" And not just in a shallow love-at-first-sight way ...
Well, he finally broached the topic of our "relationship." I think he thought he was being magnanimous by saying that he wasn't looking to settle down, and that I should "feel free to pursue other people." O_O I mean, he has never said he's in love with me, or wants to date me, even: I can't claim that he has lied, but damned if it isn't confusing. I don't want to date other people. And he freakin' sabotages it if I try! >.<
It just feels like the whole paradigm (find someone to settle down with, Portia!) is WRONG. I tried that, and I'm exactly where I started. I'm sure a lot of people, Mormon or otherwise, would think that I scatter both my physical and emotional affections too thinly, but I feel like that's a double standard and not really relevant to my belief system. (I'm really not promiscuous by contemporary non-religious standards for someone in her mid-twenties.)
And then I popped in this Etta James CD and this is the first song that played ...
if I can't have you...
I can't talk to nobody
unless I'm talking to you
I don't wanna hold nobody
unless i'm holding you
I can't be kissing nobody
unless I'm kissing you
I just don't
I just don't
I just don't want to be bothered with nobody
unless I'm bothered with you
Even though I live in this weird alternate reality where everyone is married or desperately trying to be, I'm just over it. It hurts too much ... and so I'm throwing my boundless energies into becoming the best writer I can be. It's the only thing that I've consistently felt for the past decade is something that I really excel at, love, and actually loves me back.