Friday, December 19, 2008

Maybe It's...

Maybe it's me...maybe I have these high expectations of what I want in a man, and when someone doesn't meet them, I'm done. Maybe I am searching for this Prince Charming, when all that exists are Dukes and Earls. Maybe I have a secret fluorescent light on my forehead that says "All Losers Apply Here", "All Old Men Apply Here", and "All boys between 21 & 24 take a number, you're next"...

I don't know what it is, why it is, or who it is, and half the time, I wonder if it's me....then I think about it....and I'm like ..."Hell no"...it was him (at least 95% of the time, ok 90%)

The Old Man's visit had me contemplating my dating style and habits this past year. I mean, actually, I can't be too disappointed, I met more guys than I have fingers & toes ( I have them all!) and went on more dates this year, than any other year in my life. So it has been a good dating year for me (except for the lack of sex recently)

In the dating process, I learned a lot about myself, and I learned not to sweat the small stuff...but it's the small stuff that sill F'n bothers me. I mean really small stuff.

For example, the Old Man came over for his very first time since we have been dating. I finally let my guard down and invite him to my oh so sexy love shack (yes) and he pisses me off.


First, he's super late, he gets here by about 9pm (and I'm calculating in my head how long I will let him stay over, 2 hours max)
Second, he's supposed to be taking care of me, you know babying me & pampering me cause I don't feel well. Well he was acting like a freakin kid in a candy store. He wanted to look at everything, take his slow grandpa time, and "snoop" so to speak. Granted it was his first time here, but WTF... I wanted to say "you're 56, take a chill pill! You act like you've never seen a cute, stylish, sexy 1 bedroom, English basement apartment before" (ok, not exactly like that, but close.)
Third, we ordered Thai food, and transferred it to real plates. Why in the F was he spilling sh** like he needs to wear a bib or something... (spilling on the couch, himself, the floor, my decorative serving tray that's for display only)...not sexy at all...
I don't know, maybe it was me. Maybe I was irritated because I was sick, or I'm not sure, but I just am not feeling that connection with him right now.
When he finally got ready to leave, he was lingering longer than needed...like he wanted me to say "You know you can stay here, you don't have to go"... (it was almost 11:30p, way pass the 2 hr mark)
It never crossed my mind, I didn't want him to stay...I was so ready for him to go...

3 comments:

Chaotically Calm said...

Awl Diva I think I was sold that same light bulb. Anyway my personal thoughts on The Old Man, it seems to me like you like him sort of like an older cool uncle who gets you in the club before you turn 21. Just a thought.

Oh and the spilling that would have worked my last nerve.

DC DIVA DATING ADVENTURES said...

Yeah, those lightbulbs have a defect & I was tricked or attacked while I was aleep, in anycase I can't get rid of the thing...

The spillage worked my nerves because I spent time making it all shiny & pretty, and here he comes messing it up in 5 minutes flat...

My Uncle was a tattle tale growing up, so maybe not quite like that but close, I'm not sure. He wanted to come over tonight, but I passed...

I don't know, I just don't know...

Anonymous said...

if he babied you, you probably would have felt better. Doesn't sound like the night went to well anyway. I'd be pretty irate if I had someone over and they weren't being sensitive to my needs especially when I'm sick. Anyway, hope ur feeling better!! merry belated xmas and whooooo jamaica jamaica!! I'm jealous lol. have fun :)