Saturday, February 28, 2009

Final reflection on Date #6

So, this morning I dropped dog #1 off at the Canine Country Club because she plays well with others and I am going out of town in the morning. This evening I dropped dog #2 off at my parents because they apparently like him better than #1 and he does not play well with others, so it actually works out.

While there, She Who Must Be Obeyed (aka Mom) made a comment to the effect that my posts all read that the Dane was the one and I was so in love with the Dane. I decided to go back and re-read everything I wrote. It's weird. Is it possible that she is reading someone else's blog thinking it is mine? Cause really I can't find where I wrote that.

Sure I found where I wrote about the initial excitement, and the worry and stress. I found where I noted how nice he was, always willing to do whatever I wanted. But I don't see where I totally let myself go.

I say this, because I think that was part of the problem. I do stress out, so going slowly is part of the recipe for success in my world. Clearly, that didn't happen here.

In addition, although it is absolutely no ones fault, I think that when he heard about how impressive it was that he hadn't annoyed me and that I don't usually go gooey it somehow stressed him out and made him worried because that's about when he started trying to constantly take the temperature of the relationship as it were and started constantly apologizing. The stress of this past week on me didn't help anything especially with the constant calling.

I really do think he has trouble with the truth. He told me over and over that he always told the truth, and he didn't know any other way and four or five other versions of that, but the reality is "he doth protest too much." Know what I mean? Especially with all of the crazy stories he told. I thought the diamond necklace bought in Paris was over the top, big sis thought the getting fired one day and hired as a president of a new company another day was too much, but when it is all looked at together, he should have looked more like James Bond with that bio, don't you think?

As I continue my list of specific weirdness I hope to avoid in the next man, constant calling will have to be there somewhere. Call, leave a message, wait for return call. . . this is how it should work.


  1. I'm just getting caught up and so will comment on the last three posts in one convenient (and oversized) comment here.


    I am totally with you on the "call me once and then leave me the hell alone" business. That is a major pet peeve and shows a lack of respect for you and your time.

    I am really impressed that you saw the situation for what it was and not what the movie version would be. I'm also impressed that you ripped the band-aid off decisively.

    I've become more and more of a believer in paying attention to all those little red flags. I think you just saved yourself a lot of wasted time and heartache. Kudos to you, my friend.

    Now. Let's go have some margaritas. I think we both could use one.

  2. and I'm praying he's not a stalker. It's good to recognize red flags. And run, don't walk, to the nearest exit. As much as I want to see l'il sis happy, not at the price this guy was charging for admission.

    Although the 007 stories are kinda fun. ;)

  3. Thank you both! Margaritas for all!!