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Leave her alone

It’d be nice if people stayed a bit longer

As I said, people keep asking me for dating advice. One buddy told me he texted a girl and she didn’t write back, even though they had conversed for a while.

Him: What do I do?
Me: What do you do? You leave her alone. She’s not a child and you’re not a stalker; go find ten other women.

On that note, the Gymgirl came by the other night for the usual post-breakup admin stuff. There were parts that clearly reminded me of when No 6 did the same, although the Gymgirl didn’t go through the fridge.

I can only explain our conversation like this: I used to teach a self-defense class and I would always tell my students:

Me: Assume I’m the bad guy and I’m armed. You think we’re in an argument or a fist-fight, whereas I know we’re in a knife fight. What’s worse: I know that you don’t realize that we’re in a knife fight.

While I thought the Gymgirl and I were in one situation, she knew we in another and made that crystal clear when she came by.

As with No 6, there wasn’t much to do but say, “Thanks for letting me know.”

I also thanked her for everything she did for me and the kid. Rose thinks that the Gymgirl saved my life. It’s hard to argue with that.

Rose asked me to hear the Gymgirl out but she really didn’t have anything to say. So I told the Gymgirl that if she ever wrote me, I would read it.

It was silly of me to think that I could meet someone so quickly after Alison.

But you know that deep down, I’m a romantic fool. And really, the Gymgirl was great. I hope she finds what she’s looking for.

Looking at the positive: After No 6, I met Alison.

Well, two long years and ~60-80 women later, I met Alison.

Maybe we only get one great love in life?

That seems fair. I got an amazing person. She just couldn’t stay, even though both of us – so desperately – wanted her to.

Why can’t people we love just stay? It’s a craptastic deal that people always have to go.

If only they could stay for a little Bit Longer.


Literally two minutes after the Gymgirl walked out the door – barely had time to process anything – got a heart-stopping message from my mother-in-law.

Her: It’s nothing, Logan. He’ll be fine.
Me: (struggling) Mom, everything I touch turns to s__t. Please let him be ok.
Her: (gently) It’s nothing, Logan. He’s fine. Please try to get some sleep.
Me: OK. I’ll try.

Location: my room by myself
Mood: indescribable
Music: say, honestly, you won’t give up on me. And I shall believe
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