Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The one that got away...

"O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you were civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?"
-A Midsummer's Night Dream, William Shakespeare

Seriously, I am still scratching my head at all that happened over the past few weeks. So... I meet this lady, let's just call her "Jill". Although if you've been on my Facebook around those said few weeks, it's extremely apparent and obvious who it is, despite her requests that I keep it private and it being TOTALLY obvious that we were seeing each other (and IDGAF what she wants to call it after the fact, but any idiot looking at us would consider it going out), or VERY easy to assume at the very least, right now I don't care anymore. Just when I thought I was done with all the drama in my life, just when I thought I can FINALLY be happy with life for a change, and could work towards improving my moods and well-being after being so bogged down by my dad's stuff for 4 years (especially the past 2 months dealing with his death and all that), this shit had to fucking happen. Not to mention I've already had like, 8 people congratulate me thinking she was already my significant other. HA! Part of me fucking wishes that were the case, but another is kinda hesitant.

So, I've known her for 2 years, but I just more or less chatted with her and said hi when I was more active and able to attend events. Anyway, there was a beach event towards the end of July, and we just joked around a bit and hung around with each other more than anyone else. Then we hung out a few more times getting lunch, watching movies, walking down the beach, checking out some of the cool houses in upscale neighborhoods, and we were talking seriously about going on a mini-vacation together. You know the "men and women can't be friends" scene from When Harry Met Sally, right? Yeah. Even though she was not initially my type... I like East Asian women with at least shoulder-length hair and no kids since it's a lot to tackle after being single for so long, to... German / Indonesian with shorter hair. And a kid, but he's overseas. She just started growing more and more attractive to me by the day. Also no, don't finish the quote because it didn't happen.

So, for one brief fleeting moment, I thought I not only broke the curse of being single for 10 years, I thought I had a good frickin' chance of breaking through the "friend zone", which is seriously worse than hell in my book. You can amputate my arm inch by inch with a dull, rusty saw, but being turned down by a woman you like hurts more for me, and I've managed to date some serious babes; 2 were models and one chick was so perfect, it still hurts like hell that it didn't happen. I dunno, I'm probably overthinking this. After being single for 10 years, even a well-timed smile from a woman makes me fall in love like a motherfucker LOL.

So then, at the height of me being unavoidably smitten, she kinda brought me down to earth by pointing out a few character flaws. Even before she came along, it was stuff I was working on anyway... Not to blame him, but all the 4 years of listening to my dad play victim to everything in his life really took a toll on my mindset; I just finished LV107 and had a champion's mindset and was able to talk leadership as if it was second nature... Then it figured he had depression and took offense to EVERY leadership talk I had, and eventually I was so deep down the rabbit hole that I started thinking like him... But this time, I knew I had to step on it. I already decided overnight to regain my decisiveness and a bit of my confidence, but there were some traits that still lingered that pissed her off.

With that, she wanted me to watch a TV series, but the Wi-Fi genuinely was down at the place I was staying at as of the moment and I promised her I'd watch it when I'm back home. OMFG she got PISSED and started talking to me as if I was stupid... I was even having sushi with a friend who paid me to teach him how to use his new phone and he saw that I was very distraught. Then, after arguing for 24 hours, I sought a middle ground that worked well enough to at least let me meet with some people from Rose Hills in the morning so that I can finally let my father rest at nature, in peace... Instead of having his ashes sit on a shelf in my house; it's depressing to see his urn. It was a stressful talk and I don't know how I managed, but I managed.

Then, come afternoon my business partner only gave me 2 days to prove my work ethic, when I failed miserably by prioritizing other things in my life, so after a long phone call, he dropped me from his business. Good grief; by the way he kept talking to me over the past years I wouldn't want to work with him anyway, and I was already thinking I needed God's advice since my situation is hairy enough as it is, but I also promised her to not share certain details with anyone. So, not even half an hour later, Jill texts me and invites me to church.. Is this the power of The Secret or what??? Wrong.. This is where I'm STILL scratching my head wondering what went wrong to this day... I asked her when, but she doesn't say until after she's done with her congregation that she was just there. I casually mention that I would've gone had I knew, and here she goes going ABSOLUTELY LIVID again.

So, I followed a hunch, bought flowers and took her to lunch and a movie, despite the fact that it was über awkward, and made even more awkward by having her little friend sending texts critiquing me and made her question my motives. "Motives". "MOTIVES?!?" what kind of "motives" should I have when I genuinely want to keep the peace?? "Gauge him and see if he's sorry enough". "Sorry enough"? Listen Jeff, my grandpa was a Canadian citizen! We come from a nation where we not just apologize for everything, we apologize for apologizing too much, then keep apologizing when we realized that we did apologize too much! Also, did it ever occur to you that if I'm going out of my way to wine and dine someone that I'm trying my damnedest to make it up to her? Then, that night kept getting more and more awkward until I had to fight every nerve to not break into his house and beat him up and drop her off when I wanted to do more instead, like going to the arcades or some other outing. Shit man, I think it's funny of how much advice she follows from this schmuck when she talks so much shit about him behind his back.

Fast forward to Monday night, when my former business partner misinterprets Jeff's usual ass-kissing posts, which I do hope he realizes that if he wants to bogart Jill for himself that does NOTHING... I've tried that and it didn't work, and thinks that he's already sleeping with Jill. I was told on multiple occasions that she has no attraction with him whatsoever; "he's boring" "doesn't take good care of himself" "he's a slob"... Shit man, no kidding. Even looking at him, I kiss my $300 Prada glasses every time I put them on nowadays because his are frickin' retarded. There are doctor's offices that can let you have back-ups for $50, but for the last 4 months of seeing this ass-clown, he's been wearing glasses where it's broken on one side and awkwardly dangling on one end, and both lenses are held in place by crimping it... You do know that most optometries give away those little screws, right? Heck, they were $1 for a set of 50 screws. Anyway, I have Brokey McBroke-Ass here trying to act like some know it all when all I did was blow the whistle on my former business partner and we haven't really even talked since Saturday. What a fucking day.

Underneath it all, she's a nice lady, I fucking regret losing her after what little special moments we had, but I think that Brokey is making shit harder for me, when he's a fucking spineless wimp that probably never even held hands with her and trying to impress her with Denny's, pancakes, and sappy, long-winded kiss-ass posts in the hopes that she likes him that way. Sorry if you never liked Yard House, sushi, and what could've been organic homemade spaghetti I meant to cook for you (that I eventually ate for myself since the meat was starting to sit in the freezer too long). Anyway, with all that in mind, I do want to reconcile with her and pursue a relationship, but with all these fucked up things in mind, I feel like I'm beating a fucking dead horse, and with Jeff McBroke-Ass throwing me under the bus and cockblocking me, my chances and motivation of pursuing her are practically hopeless. Any thoughts, my dear readers?