Some Relationships Are Just Fucking Nuts...
It has been several days since I lasted posted, primarily because I took a day off of work. Now normally this would mean a whole day of pay gone, but as fortune would have it, my contracting company now pays me for holidays. Also, as fortune may have it, I made a few healthy dollars from one of my private clients for some work he needed done. So all in all as it turns out, the best sense I can make of this is, I received double pay for being off on the 4th and I got a paid day of vacation, plus a few extra dollars over that. But now it is back to the grind stone, and I am sitting in the hot seat with flames licking my feet as I wait for the next big issue to hit and I have to start dodging the bullets and endure the pitch forking demons who gather around me in bloodlust waiting for me to fuck up (funny I should write that because there was a fuck up last night – this being written just before I post it, over eight hours since I began). Fortunately for me, my most upper management is on vacation with one being in Alaska and completely unreachable. He needs to stay there for another couple of weeks while I get my house in order for my great move which I believe is impending.
With everything being equal and should those gods with a sick sense of humor not fuck with me, I plan to be out of this hell hole within the next four weeks. But as it were the gods still fuck with me, even if they don’t screw around with my impending job situation, they have now found it amusing to go fuck with my car yet again. If you recall several weeks ago, Fate decided to start fucking with me after I scored a week of day work. My AC blew causing my engine to overheat and luckily I was able to keep her cooled with water and such just enough so my engine block didn’t crack. I was able to get home and fill her up. No problems until last week. I was driving along, minding my own business, and my radiator light comes on but my engine is still in the “normal” range. But just to make sure, I stop off at a filling station and get some water (didn’t get the coolant since I have a car that requires some special coolant, well not special, just coolant your run of the mill quick stop doesn’t have). Before getting the water, I looked under the hood and saw I was pretty low on coolant. I got some water, filled the reservoir a bit, go home, fill her all the way up with coolant and water and wallah! We are back in business. Now I recall all my problems a few weeks ago and I am worried. I really cannot afford some more car repairs… So I went back to work that night and all is hunky dory, no problems. Then Friday morning I drive home and had to drop something at one of my client’s businesses and being a little late I decided to grab some breakfast from McDonalds. I normally stop and go in, but I was listening to one of my favorite morning shows (The Regular Guys on 96 Rock) and decided to hang out and relax in the drive through (aka Drive Through and Sleep for 45 minutes to get your food that should only take 30 seconds to get) and listen to the Regular Guys. No sooner had I made my order and started waiting than I happen to look up and my fucking temp gauge begins to shoot up like TMI going critical. I think to my self, FUCK, and pull out of line, and I go in and get my food, cause you know I was fucking hungry damnit. So I get home safely because I live just down the road, but now my car sits. What the fuck is that all about, I hate this shit, if it is not one thing it is another, you know!
Ok, so enough about my bitching, I had planned on expressing my thoughts on something else, ok… maybe not express, but rather rant. Fortunately for you, I read something tonight that I will segue into now which is interesting in regards to the dating scene from a single dad perspective, but definitely humorous.
So I am not sure if any of you have gone through my blog and picked up on it, but then again I may not have even alluded to the issue, I really am not sure. I think my wife Mimi alluded to the issue several times, but basically, I was married once prior to Mimi (an unholy bondage that fortunately spawned a child who I think is a miracle on many levels, my son). So after I kicked my wife out the door (yeah I know pretty rough, but fucking the company commander is pretty fucked up in and of itself), I became a single guy again. I had been celibate for the most part of a long time (I am not being exact but the time span had both the word YEAR and the letter S in it) and believe me, it was not by choice. So I was ready to fuck, I mean I wanted to meet women and party and fuck (I know, what about sensitivity to Mimi? Mimi has heard the story, so she won’t get bent about this).
At the time I was living in a much smaller city and luckily got a job in the city where I live now. I moved here, got a bachelor pad, and started working. As some of my readers know who are single dads it is difficult to meet women while having working, and taking care of a young child who must have constant supervision (I also realize being a single Mom has the same challenges, but give me a break on this, I am writing from a guys point of view… thanks ahead of time ladies). My issue was that I was a single dad with an ex who moved up way, way north of me, like many states away. There was no time without my son for visitation so literally my son and I were with each other most all the time unless I could afford springing for a sitter. So I was one of the early pioneers of using AOL to hook up with chicks (at least it seemed so). Now I am not going to go into a lot of shit about who, what, where, when, and how… mainly I was meeting some women. I found a bunch of crazy chicks on AOL. I mean fucking nuts. You would not believe the women I hooked up with. Now on a side note, Mimi and I must have been destined for one another, I mean the fucking stars aligned for us and the gods were looking down upon us. We met online and she has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I just had to get through all the nuts before getting to Mimi.
So this one night, I hooked up with this woman who I call, even today, Psycho Chick (PC). PC seemed pretty cool, we had similar likes and dislikes in general. She was pretty freaky in the sex department based on our conversations. My only issue with her at the time was her age being a few years older than me. I didn’t quite like that to begin with, but I blew it off. We started dating. I think we dated for about four months, and we did some pretty insane things and had some good times. So you are thinking maybe, what the fuck was wrong with her… Well, when we first started dating, I made it very clear that I was just fresh from a divorce and I was looking to date (sounding familiar anyone?) and I was not promising anything, but more than anything I know I was not ready to get married. My primary goal in life at the moment was to meet women and have some fun. In guy speak, I wanted to have lots of freaky sex with women.
Well, as I said before we dated for a few months, and had a great time. We went to some BBQ’s, movies, to some amusement parks, stayed in and had fun, did some freaky shit from time to time and basically had a good time. Now this whole time, I had never intended a deep meaningful relationship. In fact, I still looked around for other women while dating her. I didn’t think much or anything of it. Things were cool, we would meet for lunch a couple of times a week, and she would wear things to let me exploit my voyeur/exhibitionist games with her, but it was a casual relationship… so I thought. Now during this time of dating, she met my son, and toward the end of our dating some things came out which made me feel like she would not be a great mom (not that I had those intention, but I would have liked to find someone who was good with kids, and min in general), which was a definite no-go in my book. Now there was nothing too terribly harsh that occurred but just some things that made me think upon our general relationship. So as things moved forward, I found and discovered things about this woman which by themselves were not a big deal, but as they all added up, I realized I just was not interested in her anymore.
Once again, bear in mind, I had this entire time told her I was not promising her anything nor was I planning on any long term future thing with her or anyone else at the time. Then one evening we went out to dinner where we began discussing things. Now one thing I have always done when dating, if I was planning on dating someone for a long time, planning an activity or trip six months down the line was no big deal. However in the state of mind I was in at the time, a month down the line was too much of a future. So she wanted to plan to go to a concert the following month. I told her we should wait till it got closer. Then we got into a relationship discussion… I swear to God, I thought I got it across to her, but I did not. No sooner had I reiterated my position in the relationship, than she was trying to talk me into planning something else.
A couple of days later, we met for lunch and we broke up, I told that we shouldn’t see each other any more, because I thought I was just not ready for a relationship. She was not happy, but she understood. So a call at work a few days later, she asked me if I could meet her for lunch again, because she was sad, and just wanted to talk. She realized where I was and that she was crowding me, blah, blah, blah… So I met her again. She was wearing the shortest skirt, and the tightest white blouse with a bra that was obviously mesh and white cause you could still see her tits, and when she sat down, her skirt hiked up her thigh and ass. No hiding her pussy from anyone when she did anything in that skirt. She was playing me, and I knew it, but my little buddy did not care. So using all my will power we talked and ended things on an up note. Now look, I really tried to make it clear during lunch that it was over, we could be friends and the such, but when we got back to her car and up came the skirt in the parking lot with many people watching, and kissed me, I see today I totally failed in what I was trying to do. I told her we had to be friends, and that was it.
So I got home that evening and she sends me an email with some very graphic details of an afternoon she had enjoyed on her patio naked. I immediately realize I have to put a stop to all of this. I had told her that we had to stop, and she tricked me with sex (not really sex but by her advances and near nakedness). I decided to write her an email, I mean what else could I do. So I write this long involved email, laying out the argument and finally un-categorically breaking it off, not even the friends bit. I sent it at almost 1030 at night… Beware of a woman scorned, she will call you and drive to your house (20 mins away) in the middle of the night regardless if your child is asleep, and cause a ruckus (yeah a southern term) and bang on your door, then come over the patio railing regardless of what she is wearing and bang on your doors, regardless of threats of police until you let her in and accept that you must talk to her because no one is fucking going to break up with her in an email. Now it doesn’t matter that you have already tried to break up with her three times previously, and it doesn’t matter you have a 4 year old at home sleeping. It will not wait. So I wake up, grab a beer, light a cigarette (was smoking back in the day) and listened to her. When she was done she said we could be friends and then she left and I went to bed.
Ok so it took three or four more dates, and finally a psychotic episode of “I MIGHT be pregnant” and one last date to shed her from my life. On the last date I got really angry, not angry like when she was bullshitting me about pregnancy, but angry to the point of she broke down crying about how I didn’t love her after getting really drunk and coming back to my place. I offered her my bed, and I would sleep on the couch, but since I did not love her she would drive home. I was pissed when she refused my assistance and insisted she drive home. I was so mad I turned her off, forgot about her and never saw her again. I was not even sure if she made it home. At least not till six months later. I was going to my parent’s house and I get a call while wrapping presents. I answered the call vaguely recognizing the number, but not really knowing why. The woman on the other side asks who she is speaking with, I tell he she should know since she called me, and I wanted to know who she was and why she was calling. Then she says, hey I know who you are, this is PC (well, using her real name and not Psycho Chick) and I say hello, we trade pleasantries, and she tells me about her totally fucked up life since I last saw her. I finish the conversation, go see my parent and tell my sister about the call and the past history. My sister looks at me and says… “Jay, you are the biggest idiot, that was a booty call…” Well if that was a booty call I missed, then luck was on my side and my dick stayed just where it needed to be!
The upshot to all of this is, I was in a precarious position and I knew I was on the hunt for someone special. Eventually I met and married her. So if you are being pressured and it is a fucked up relationship, but you like the sex… then get your mind off the sex and get out of the relationship. You can get sex almost anywhere, but your sanity can only be obtained from within. So if you are on the prowl for the perfect mate, do not get sidetracked, you will know what is right when it happens, I know from experience!
With everything being equal and should those gods with a sick sense of humor not fuck with me, I plan to be out of this hell hole within the next four weeks. But as it were the gods still fuck with me, even if they don’t screw around with my impending job situation, they have now found it amusing to go fuck with my car yet again. If you recall several weeks ago, Fate decided to start fucking with me after I scored a week of day work. My AC blew causing my engine to overheat and luckily I was able to keep her cooled with water and such just enough so my engine block didn’t crack. I was able to get home and fill her up. No problems until last week. I was driving along, minding my own business, and my radiator light comes on but my engine is still in the “normal” range. But just to make sure, I stop off at a filling station and get some water (didn’t get the coolant since I have a car that requires some special coolant, well not special, just coolant your run of the mill quick stop doesn’t have). Before getting the water, I looked under the hood and saw I was pretty low on coolant. I got some water, filled the reservoir a bit, go home, fill her all the way up with coolant and water and wallah! We are back in business. Now I recall all my problems a few weeks ago and I am worried. I really cannot afford some more car repairs… So I went back to work that night and all is hunky dory, no problems. Then Friday morning I drive home and had to drop something at one of my client’s businesses and being a little late I decided to grab some breakfast from McDonalds. I normally stop and go in, but I was listening to one of my favorite morning shows (The Regular Guys on 96 Rock) and decided to hang out and relax in the drive through (aka Drive Through and Sleep for 45 minutes to get your food that should only take 30 seconds to get) and listen to the Regular Guys. No sooner had I made my order and started waiting than I happen to look up and my fucking temp gauge begins to shoot up like TMI going critical. I think to my self, FUCK, and pull out of line, and I go in and get my food, cause you know I was fucking hungry damnit. So I get home safely because I live just down the road, but now my car sits. What the fuck is that all about, I hate this shit, if it is not one thing it is another, you know!
Ok, so enough about my bitching, I had planned on expressing my thoughts on something else, ok… maybe not express, but rather rant. Fortunately for you, I read something tonight that I will segue into now which is interesting in regards to the dating scene from a single dad perspective, but definitely humorous.
So I am not sure if any of you have gone through my blog and picked up on it, but then again I may not have even alluded to the issue, I really am not sure. I think my wife Mimi alluded to the issue several times, but basically, I was married once prior to Mimi (an unholy bondage that fortunately spawned a child who I think is a miracle on many levels, my son). So after I kicked my wife out the door (yeah I know pretty rough, but fucking the company commander is pretty fucked up in and of itself), I became a single guy again. I had been celibate for the most part of a long time (I am not being exact but the time span had both the word YEAR and the letter S in it) and believe me, it was not by choice. So I was ready to fuck, I mean I wanted to meet women and party and fuck (I know, what about sensitivity to Mimi? Mimi has heard the story, so she won’t get bent about this).
At the time I was living in a much smaller city and luckily got a job in the city where I live now. I moved here, got a bachelor pad, and started working. As some of my readers know who are single dads it is difficult to meet women while having working, and taking care of a young child who must have constant supervision (I also realize being a single Mom has the same challenges, but give me a break on this, I am writing from a guys point of view… thanks ahead of time ladies). My issue was that I was a single dad with an ex who moved up way, way north of me, like many states away. There was no time without my son for visitation so literally my son and I were with each other most all the time unless I could afford springing for a sitter. So I was one of the early pioneers of using AOL to hook up with chicks (at least it seemed so). Now I am not going to go into a lot of shit about who, what, where, when, and how… mainly I was meeting some women. I found a bunch of crazy chicks on AOL. I mean fucking nuts. You would not believe the women I hooked up with. Now on a side note, Mimi and I must have been destined for one another, I mean the fucking stars aligned for us and the gods were looking down upon us. We met online and she has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I just had to get through all the nuts before getting to Mimi.
So this one night, I hooked up with this woman who I call, even today, Psycho Chick (PC). PC seemed pretty cool, we had similar likes and dislikes in general. She was pretty freaky in the sex department based on our conversations. My only issue with her at the time was her age being a few years older than me. I didn’t quite like that to begin with, but I blew it off. We started dating. I think we dated for about four months, and we did some pretty insane things and had some good times. So you are thinking maybe, what the fuck was wrong with her… Well, when we first started dating, I made it very clear that I was just fresh from a divorce and I was looking to date (sounding familiar anyone?) and I was not promising anything, but more than anything I know I was not ready to get married. My primary goal in life at the moment was to meet women and have some fun. In guy speak, I wanted to have lots of freaky sex with women.
Well, as I said before we dated for a few months, and had a great time. We went to some BBQ’s, movies, to some amusement parks, stayed in and had fun, did some freaky shit from time to time and basically had a good time. Now this whole time, I had never intended a deep meaningful relationship. In fact, I still looked around for other women while dating her. I didn’t think much or anything of it. Things were cool, we would meet for lunch a couple of times a week, and she would wear things to let me exploit my voyeur/exhibitionist games with her, but it was a casual relationship… so I thought. Now during this time of dating, she met my son, and toward the end of our dating some things came out which made me feel like she would not be a great mom (not that I had those intention, but I would have liked to find someone who was good with kids, and min in general), which was a definite no-go in my book. Now there was nothing too terribly harsh that occurred but just some things that made me think upon our general relationship. So as things moved forward, I found and discovered things about this woman which by themselves were not a big deal, but as they all added up, I realized I just was not interested in her anymore.
Once again, bear in mind, I had this entire time told her I was not promising her anything nor was I planning on any long term future thing with her or anyone else at the time. Then one evening we went out to dinner where we began discussing things. Now one thing I have always done when dating, if I was planning on dating someone for a long time, planning an activity or trip six months down the line was no big deal. However in the state of mind I was in at the time, a month down the line was too much of a future. So she wanted to plan to go to a concert the following month. I told her we should wait till it got closer. Then we got into a relationship discussion… I swear to God, I thought I got it across to her, but I did not. No sooner had I reiterated my position in the relationship, than she was trying to talk me into planning something else.
A couple of days later, we met for lunch and we broke up, I told that we shouldn’t see each other any more, because I thought I was just not ready for a relationship. She was not happy, but she understood. So a call at work a few days later, she asked me if I could meet her for lunch again, because she was sad, and just wanted to talk. She realized where I was and that she was crowding me, blah, blah, blah… So I met her again. She was wearing the shortest skirt, and the tightest white blouse with a bra that was obviously mesh and white cause you could still see her tits, and when she sat down, her skirt hiked up her thigh and ass. No hiding her pussy from anyone when she did anything in that skirt. She was playing me, and I knew it, but my little buddy did not care. So using all my will power we talked and ended things on an up note. Now look, I really tried to make it clear during lunch that it was over, we could be friends and the such, but when we got back to her car and up came the skirt in the parking lot with many people watching, and kissed me, I see today I totally failed in what I was trying to do. I told her we had to be friends, and that was it.
So I got home that evening and she sends me an email with some very graphic details of an afternoon she had enjoyed on her patio naked. I immediately realize I have to put a stop to all of this. I had told her that we had to stop, and she tricked me with sex (not really sex but by her advances and near nakedness). I decided to write her an email, I mean what else could I do. So I write this long involved email, laying out the argument and finally un-categorically breaking it off, not even the friends bit. I sent it at almost 1030 at night… Beware of a woman scorned, she will call you and drive to your house (20 mins away) in the middle of the night regardless if your child is asleep, and cause a ruckus (yeah a southern term) and bang on your door, then come over the patio railing regardless of what she is wearing and bang on your doors, regardless of threats of police until you let her in and accept that you must talk to her because no one is fucking going to break up with her in an email. Now it doesn’t matter that you have already tried to break up with her three times previously, and it doesn’t matter you have a 4 year old at home sleeping. It will not wait. So I wake up, grab a beer, light a cigarette (was smoking back in the day) and listened to her. When she was done she said we could be friends and then she left and I went to bed.
Ok so it took three or four more dates, and finally a psychotic episode of “I MIGHT be pregnant” and one last date to shed her from my life. On the last date I got really angry, not angry like when she was bullshitting me about pregnancy, but angry to the point of she broke down crying about how I didn’t love her after getting really drunk and coming back to my place. I offered her my bed, and I would sleep on the couch, but since I did not love her she would drive home. I was pissed when she refused my assistance and insisted she drive home. I was so mad I turned her off, forgot about her and never saw her again. I was not even sure if she made it home. At least not till six months later. I was going to my parent’s house and I get a call while wrapping presents. I answered the call vaguely recognizing the number, but not really knowing why. The woman on the other side asks who she is speaking with, I tell he she should know since she called me, and I wanted to know who she was and why she was calling. Then she says, hey I know who you are, this is PC (well, using her real name and not Psycho Chick) and I say hello, we trade pleasantries, and she tells me about her totally fucked up life since I last saw her. I finish the conversation, go see my parent and tell my sister about the call and the past history. My sister looks at me and says… “Jay, you are the biggest idiot, that was a booty call…” Well if that was a booty call I missed, then luck was on my side and my dick stayed just where it needed to be!
The upshot to all of this is, I was in a precarious position and I knew I was on the hunt for someone special. Eventually I met and married her. So if you are being pressured and it is a fucked up relationship, but you like the sex… then get your mind off the sex and get out of the relationship. You can get sex almost anywhere, but your sanity can only be obtained from within. So if you are on the prowl for the perfect mate, do not get sidetracked, you will know what is right when it happens, I know from experience!
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