Completely Biased

I realize that I’ve been writing about the present but never my past. I guess I imagined this blog as being a ”living in the present” type of feature. Except now I am starting to realize just how much your past can influence your future.  

I’ve always had a tendency to have men from my past stick around.  It’s like after we stop dating they suddenly realize that we were meant to be together. Anyway, a few years ago I dated a man, let’s call him Mr. Bling. We dated for a few months and were pretty smitten with each other. It was a fun few months especially aided by the fact that we lived a few miles from each other. Mr. Bling was the guy who took me to expensive dinners, paid for nights out filled with dancing, and when we stayed in he would cook for me and basically treat me like a princess.

It was a little disconcerting that a man could treat me so good initially. Then right when I just started to enjoy it, my gut started to override that feeling. I knew something was wrong, but I could not for the life of me put my finger on it. He was acting funny one night when I had gone over to his place and I could tell there was something really off. After a little bit of persistent questioning, I found the truth. He told me his ex-girlfriend wanted him back. He didn’t say he was going to get back together with her just that she had been calling him repeatedly. I ended it right then and there. Baggage-I’m so averse to it, I hate it. I don’t want to deal with it and when it shows up I leave.

We had the infamous “final goodbye” at a local Starbucks on a rainy, autumn night.We didn’t talk for a few months after that. He held my clothes hostage for a while and kept texting and called occasionally.  I thought it was done, but he hung on. Eventually a phone friendship resumed and then it was followed by the “let’s hangout” and then it rolled into, well basically, a mutually beneficial friendship. No committments, no strings, just good times which occasionally involve some intimacy.

More to Follow.