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I rode away with Tim feeling both smug and disconcerted. That his weakness is that he is unavailable, uncommitted, unkind. I feel I ‘get’ his behavior, and if it’s inexusable, then I am also inexcusable, for he’s more I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. What about having a ‘relationship’ where domestic life can be shared, that is recognized in the public sphere? Shit, that allows ME to be recognized as someone’s important lady in the public sphere? Isn’t that long term relationship the ‘right’ thing to do, that all romance movie plots slide down into in the end? As I was leaving the nightmare awkward date, above, I looked to my right and realized The Centaur had been sitting there the whole time, hearing every word. Adonis is a dashing, motorcycle-riding, vintage-car restoring pilot; he’s my age, but an old soul. He’s splendid, with a confident swagger, broad shoulders, strong jaw, perfect stubble, luscious lips, and multicolored green-blue-brown eyes.
Right now, stability sounds so heavy, boring, and oppressive. I’m not going to try to make perfect sense of it right this instant. It’s been a rough political season and this could be an easy way to find out whether he’s got ANY potential or not. At least it gave me a funny excuse to text The Centaur a few days later, and a good conversation starter and bonding point to talk about what a disaster that date had been. Then there’s the night where I was hanging out with a guy that I’d pegged as quite confident, cool, and cute. And, just the way I like it these days, he’s not looking for anything committed or serious. Plus, he’d been a legitimate pilot for twenty years.
Today, Tim and I left the cafe, went for a beautiful summer bike ride. If we can’t talk intelligently about what’s going on in the world, forget it. When we are not together, we don’t talk or text much (I have my friends for that! Just the present moment, which is, for me and for now, perfect. The afternoon of the planned date, he texted to say that he really felt like flying in his meticulously restored vintage plane, and would I like to join? I trusted he’d keep us alive, and if we did crash and die, at least I’d be having an amazing time with a hot guy in the process. I called just before we were to meet, to ask if there were any clothing requirements for flying.
I wondered what was going through her mind, and even more, what did she know? That still wouldn’t erase my take aways from that dream date. There is nothing in the world that can be said against them. I had to do a little deep breathing and a little emotional gymnastics and a long phone call with a wise and polyamorous friend. I suppose it is part of sorting out what affairs and relationships all mean to me, now that I’m a newly single mom.
My feelings of inspiration and return-to-self and joy that I’d felt around Adonis. I didn’t even because I was just trying to be discreet, knowing Adonis would surely be jealous of my captivating date (Tim). And, 2) What about finding someone to be a stable man-person in Tim’s life? So here goes: This dream date story involves ‘Adonis’ (at least that’s what I’ll call him).
He’s just a captivating guy I’ve dated with absolutely zero promises, and good for him. In my opinion, it is actually not cool or very nice to ignore people you are on good terms with and even less nice if they’re an object of your affections. As Tim and I stood out front messing with our bicycles, I did what I probably shouldn’t have; I glanced back in the restaurant window to see if I was being seen. -Mary Oliver, It is an appreciation of beauty, life and pleasure that takes my breath away. Maybe he’s living his life honestly but trying not to overthink. If I had to choose right now, for all time, whether I wanted a string of enchanting dream dates without attachment, or a stable, serious, long-term, monogamous relationship, I’d chose the former, hands down! This time, I saw him just as I was rubbing handwash all over my hands with a grossed-out face after leaving the Porta Potty. Like the best dreams, it stands alone, carrying no obligation to the future and needing no memory of the past.
This morning, as Tim and I walked by and he waited for a table, he buried his head in some reading material, the brim of his hat jauntily hiding his divine, Greek godly face. But, it’s a complicated thing, to show that recognition in public, with other entanglements present. I almost turned into a pillar of salt; the lovely lady was gazing over her shoulder at me! Had he gone through all of the same activities of the dream date he and I had shared, but with her, the night before? Was I just a passive subject in his self-absorbed Adonis Show? And even if so, god that was fun and I don’t care that much. This is a quality I want for myself, more and more. After all, he’s never lied or broken a promise to me. But here’s where I get complicated, Debbie Downer and cerebral: 1) It takes a lot of energy for me to get past that ‘squirm’ at something like what happened today. Abruptly, his face turned away from me, his left hand sliding up to mouth. While I want to recount dates like this to all my closest friends and family at length, the audience of who actually cares is limited. My single friends might misconstrue and think I’m engaging in obnoxious one-upmanship. I want to re-hash this all, caught up in the romance and fantasy of it.
Single mothers are bona fide idiots and here is why you should never even consider dating one: First, this is a woman who clearly doesn’t give a shit about her child’s well-being and future prospects.
Lumping her in with single mothers is an insult to his memory, to her and to her children. Divorced mothers are also NOT single mothers, although a huge flashing PROCEED WITH CAUTION sign is definitely in order. A single mother is a woman who had a child outside of any established relationship, or a relationship so fragile the thickest retard in the world ought to have been able to see bringing a child on board was a FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA.
the connection was on many levels.) But, he has proved to be also only ’emotionally available’, for fleeting hours of face time, and with no promises. Another very cute guy, I met while out for a walk in my city neighborhood. Here’s why: actually after some questioning I learned he was still living with his wife, the mother of his children, and she didn’t know he was out picking up ladies AND he’d just right then lied to me first and told me he lived alone. I should have known by the way he scurried along the gutter. A couple of weeks ago, ‘Wild Animal Man’ aka, ‘The Centaur’ and I had a funny exchange. A little background on how my nicknames for him evolved: ‘The Centaur’ was coined by a mutual friend one night, after this undomesticated man-person had stomped around at a party in only cowboy boots and sparkly spandex. The nickname just fit his oversized, beautiful presence.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating