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Valentine’s Day?

Wow, big stuff.

I’ve never done anything on Valentine’s Day before. This is the first time I’ve been asked to do anything on February 14th.

I went to dinner with my ex-boyfriend (the aforementioned NV. He is THE ex).

It could’ve been a big mistake, but I think we sorted out some issues. We broke up three months ago, and I’ve been driving myself crazy with thinking about him. I wonder what he’s doing, whether he’s thinking about me, why we can’t be together, whether he’s been with anyone else….it’s awful, to tell the truth. I have been waiting to fall out of love with him, and it just isn’t happening.

So, the other day he asked me to go out for dinner on Valentine’s Day. I had no idea what he wanted from it, but the day he asked he was insanely flirting with me. I went in with an open mind.

So tonight we met in the East Village to get mac and cheese. We ate and it was kinda strange to be on a date but without being together. I ended up telling him that I’m not over him. He apparently had no idea that I had felt that way about him (granted, I never expressed deep feelings, and I’m not very good at it at all). I asked him how it had been for him. He fell silent, then said “It’s been really hard for me too, you know.” I asked him why, and he said “Because I miss you.” Simple and painful. I wanted to know how he got over us.

“I didn’t.”

Interesting. Exactly what I wanted to hear, and what I’ve wanted to hear for three months. The problem is that now I don’t really know what to do with it. I wondered if it’d be better if we never saw each other. He disagreed and I feel the same way. I can’t not see him. It’s going to be really awful when he moves away in September.

We talked for a long time about our relationship and what happened, and how we feel about each other. It was a long time coming. We’re on the exact same page. He even said that he can only see himself “having quickies” after me. He said “Do you know how hard it is to say ‘no’ to you?” He said a lot of other things that make me both happy and sad. 

It is difficult to know that there’s somebody you love right down the street, who feels the same way, but you can’t be together. Not now, and not in the near future at all.

I think I’m just going to have to be single and focus on the career, because there’s no way that anybody’s going to match up to NV anytime soon, if ever. 

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An Introduction to S.D.

I think I’m beginning to get over my ex-boyfriend. (This is a big deal). I’m starting to go out, and am thinking of him less and less. I wonder if the bad sex last weekend helped that. It doesn’t help though that the kid I babysit won’t stop talking about him….

I don’t really have much to say at the moment but I’m bored and I kind of want to rant a little bit.

I was texting this guy from the gay bar, and it was going alright, but then he messaged me at 6.30am, and I haven’t replied since. Should I reply? I ignored it because I was still trying to sleep, and then keep forgetting to reply to him. I don’t know if it’s too late. I might just reply, and if he responds or not is up to him.

Mr. OJ is seriously beginning to piss me off. He was insisting last night that I have a Jewish last name. I said it was German, but that Jews definitely use it too (it’s actually a direct German translation of a phrase). He sent me 7 text messages in a row refuting this. I’m regretting inviting him to watch the Superbowl tomorrow, but it looks like he might not come anyway, because he seems to be perpetually ill when his exams are coming around. He has been “ill” for all of his exams in the US so far. I think it’s an excuse for failing them all. The other day the idiot was talking nonsense and told me that if we were arguing he could “send [me] home crying”. The fact that he said that shows he knows me not at all. What an idiot. I’d quite like to punch him sometimes.

I did bartender training at a bar I frequent on Wednesday, and an old crush of mine (S.D is his moniker) was horrified to learn that a girl he works with had dumped her boyfriend to get together with him. S.D. is a known flirt. I was quite into him about a year ago, and he was definitely giving me all the signals. When I told him I liked him he goes “Oh!! I have a girlfriend!!” Needless to say, I was furious with him, and now I’m not into him at all, but we’re still friends. He hung around until the bar closed, and after he left, my friend turned to me and said “Wow, S.D. is all over you right now.”

Isn’t it funny how he waited until I had zero interest to try and flirt with me? Men baffle me.

I’m going out with my roommate and a bunch of her friends tonight. I haven’t been out for a while (well, except last weekend, but whatever). I’m pretty excited to start having a social life again. As much as I can afford one, anyway!

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Getting a guy’s number in a gay bar is an immense confidence booster

Before my escapades on Friday night, I met my friend T-Bone (not her real name, her parents aren’t that cruel) at a gay bar downtown for drinks. I somehow managed to get a server’s number. He was attractive (score one), shirtless (score two), and most importantly, straight. I forgot I had given him my number and he just texted me “Wassup miss gorgeous bikini bartender”. Hm. I might have to arrange to meet him. You know, for the purpose of the blog

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I've totally been going through (most) of these steps

ohhellothereyou:

My dear friend Francois waxes poetic on the stages of a breakup. I find this really interesting - Francois has been in a handful of long-term relationships, while I haven’t been in a long-term relationship since college (wah! Poor ME!). This makes me a bit afraid of getting into a relationship (commitment-phobia rears its ugly head again…), but does give me a bit of hope as well…

matthewscars:

This was originally posted in 2006. To me, this is the best post to come from this site in the nine years.

Ending a relationship can be the best or worst experience of your life. More often than not, it’s the latter. Having some experience in the area, I thought I would outline my thoughts on the stages of ‘the break up’.

The Beginning

Everyone sees it coming. Even if you convince yourself it’s not, time will eventually punch you in the face. If you go through ‘mini-break ups’ – where you both break up for weeks, days, hours, then get back together – the relationship is doomed. Sure, we all have fights, but actually breaking up for any length of time consistently is different, just end it. I see a lot of ‘couples’ bad mouth their partner when they are with their friends. I don’t see how you could bad mouth your significant other behind their back then still hope to carry on a serious relationship for any extended amount of time.

The signs are usually there. Unfortunately no one listens to their friends and they just remain in denial.

Step 1: Denial

Once you break up officially, the ‘break-upee’ wouldn’t believe it is really over. They will continue to act normally until they see that the relationship is fading and the other person is losing interest. This also goes for cheating. You will feel as though it didn’t happen, and deny even the possibility of such.

Step 2: Hysteria

After the initial denial of the event, panic sets in. Human nature is dependant on routine. Routine yields structure. Without structure in our lives, even the smallest life events can seem overwhelming. Cutting all ties between yourself and the person you have seen almost every day for X years is equivalent to setting your parents home on fire. Once everything is gone, any memory of the past years will be painful and cause all the feelings to come rushing back.

Step 3: Over-Compensation

After the general shock has set in, you start to frantically think of ways to ‘right the wrongs’ of the entire relationship. Then when your ex-significant other tells you why they have to end it, you attempt to fix everything. This can include extravagant romantic outings, gifts, love letters, increased interest in their hobbies. You basically try to make up for years of neglect in a matter of days or weeks. This induces a type of sensory overload for all involved and predictably fails horridly. There is always a slight chance this will prove successful – but for how long? If you get lucky and it works, you have only prolonged the inevitable, not altered it. Unfortunately, feelings are not easily avoidable. You can mask them with over-compensation, but they will inescapably return with increased force.

Step 4: Friends

After all hope of a romantic relationship is lost, you are left with two choices. You could:

1) Accept the fact that it is over. Cut all ties and start the grieving process. This is the best choice. Cuts the grieving time down, exhibits signs of a healthy mental state and is the all around best course of action.

2) Grab at whatever straws you can to keep the person close and maintain a pseudo form of normalcy until the huge climatic finally that normally involves psychical violence, property damage or both.

In the perfect world, ‘A’ would seem the most obvious choice. Sadly we don’t live in that world, or any world that even remotely resembles it. That said, ‘B’ the most popular choice.

Being ‘just friends’ is a clever method to cling to whatever you have left. Since you have known the person for a great deal of time, who would reject this offer? This is the most painful step of the entire process. Normally this ‘just friends’ is actually ‘just friends… that fuck’. By thinking the sexual part of the relationship will some how magically repair all the other aspects is foolish. During this time, one of you will meet another person – most likely the ‘rebound’ relationship. A relationship that is deader than the Third Reich.

Step 5: Jealousy

You are almost there! Jealousy is the catalyst that will evoke your sense of apathy! Simply put, you get so sick of the pain, so sick of the jealousy and the ‘oh my god, what is [Insert name] doing now? Are they with someone? Are they thinking about me? Do they care? What do I say when they return!?’ Months of questions like this grow thin. The emotional toll is too much for one to bear. Endless thoughts, tears, and caring wears on you until you reach the breaking point and the most important step in the entire process…

Step 6: Acceptance

After being hit in the face with a shovel emotionally for months, you are finally ready to let go. You could have skipped Steps 4 and 5 and went directly here from Step 3, but that would be too easy, right? After everything, the break up, the panic, and the pain, nothing seems better than ending it right there. This can take months, and in extreme cases years to happen. When it does, all contact is broken. All ties are cut, everything that could possibly cause you to cross paths in the future are reconciled. With acceptance comes healing. Thoughts about the other person will persist, everyday, non stop. Sadly the only thing that can stop this is time. ‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is not just a cliché; it’s your only hope. Memories will erode, and you are free to make new ones.

The End

This whole process can take a very long time – even years in some cases. I am writing this in hopes that someone that has not gone through this can learn something. I have been in every stage, been through every scenario. I know it can seem bleak at times, but I promise it will get better in time. So cheer up Emo kid, there is someone even better for you out there.

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Sex After Breakup

This is going to be awkward.

I haven’t written for a while, because (aside from some ex-boy stuff) there’s not been much going on. I’m trying to study for my GED, keep practicing my guitar and study for my new second job as a bartender. It’s all ridiculously tiring, and I haven’t really had the time to date.

I’ve been going a little crazy. Because we are not performing a gig until March, I decided that the time was ripe to pierce my tongue. It’s all healing nicely and looks pretty cool now. I’m glad I did it. It’s reckless and wild enough without going too far.

I managed to somehow talk my way into a bartending job with no experience as a bartender. I am getting training on Wednesday. I might end up working in a bikini bar, but as I’ve been allowed to keep babysitting as a backup, I’m not too worried about that. If I really hate the bikini bar, I can just quit. It’s a good opportunity to get back into paying taxes, which I’ll definitely need if I want to get financial aid for university (my roommate so kindly pointed out that it was “too bad” I couldn’t get any without filing taxes. More about her later.)

I’m onto my favorite part of the GED – math. I love math. I could solve math problems all day, which is lucky because I’ve had to spend a couple of hours a day remembering various formulae and ways to solve problems. It’s all fun though. I can’t wait to get this GED over and done with.

My roommate (codename: PD) auditioned for a course at a prestigious arts school here in NYC on Friday. Apparently it didn’t go very well because she has said “I don’t want to talk about it” and “I don’t want to be around anybody”. She asked my other roommate to ignore her if she saw her around the apartment. I don’t even know what to do with this immaturity, but my patience will surely wear thin within a few days. I’m already teetering on the edge as it is. As I said to my friend, if I gave her a black eye at least she’d have a reason for not talking to me.

I went to a party the other night, and I ended up having a pretty good time. A rather too good time, by which I mean; I had sex. That’s right. I took a guy home to my apartment and I had sex with him. I suppose it’s an important step forward, but it was really not that enjoyable. It wasn’t really his fault, but after about an hour of me trying to enjoy it, I ended up asking him to leave. I’m just not ready to be that close to anybody else. I feel quite weird about it, in that I feel like I have something over NV (though I honestly have no idea if he’s fucked anybody since we broke up) but I don’t think it was worth it. I felt bad for the guy. He said he felt like he was terrible in bed, and that nothing I could say would change his mind. He was really nice about it though. I didn’t explain about NV, but I said it’s my emotional issue and that I thought I would be okay with “it” but I really wasn’t.

(P.S. I told Mr. OJ about the sex, and he said “I thought you said you weren’t ready to have sex!” He’s likely offended I won’t have sex with him. I have been out with him again though. We decided we’re better off as friends.)

In short: I feel very strange.

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Though we might have precious little, it’s still precious.
Rush lyrics (Neil Peart is an excellent writer). Rush are my favorite band, and I just booked tickets to go and see them play MSG, with my dad, who I won’t have seen for a year and a half. 

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Blah blah, Ex-boyfriend, GED, blah

I don’t know if anyone actually reads what I write, and they’d probably be bored senseless if they did, but I am actually really enjoying partaking in this blog.

Anyway, I have two things occupying my mind today.

The first, as always, is NV.

I should begin by stating that I woke up this morning, for some reason, believing that I would see NV today. I don’t know why I do things like this, but for some reason I convinced myself that I would see him when I was picking up my child from his father’s workplace (not my child, but the child I babysit, whose nickname can be Gris).  Gris’ father works in an area very close to my ex’s school, so it’s not that far a stretch that I might run into him.

I didn’t see NV downtown. I was surprised by how little this disappointed me. A few weeks ago I would’ve been quite distraught. Not so today. I took Gris sledding when we returned to our neighborhood.

And what do you know? On the walk home, we run into none other than my ex. I was talking to Gris, and my head was down, but I saw his legs and I knew his walk (how sad is that?).

He approached me and said:

“You didn’t notice my huge smile?”

In fact I had been deliberately avoiding looking at him, after last week’s ignore-fest.

Apparently this week, he wants to hug me, and hang around for a chat. It was almost like old times.

And this is going to sound like bullshit, but I knew I was going to see him today. I don’t know how, or why, but I knew. Before we got together things like this would happen. It’s always difficult to explain how it is/was with us. I’ve never met anyone that I connect with quite like I do with him.

Anyway….I’m gushing and this little narrative will annoy Max, so I think I’ll move on to my second preoccupation of the day.

I’m in the process of booking my GED. I already passed high school in the UK, both GCSEs and A Levels, but I want to take the GED because it’ll be easier to get into a US college, and it’s free to sit the exam. I’ve been reading through my massive GED book, and I’ve done a couple of practice tests. I can’t pretend that I’m not more than confident I’ll pass.

I want to go to college and study medical administration. I need a career that’ll have a steady income and with fixed hours, so that I’m able to concentrate more on my music and backup singing.

I don’t know. At this point it’s 2am, I’m talking to Mr. OJ about how he can pick up women and he’s throwing some bullshit my way. The room is swaying as if I just got high. I need to sleep. 

edit: I just realized I forgot to tag this. Fuck fuckity fuck. Mr. OJ, now is not the time to be revealing your deepest emotions. I have to go to beeeeeeeeeed *whine*

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Mushroomed

Licksuck just sent me a text message informing me that he’s going away and that he’ll call me when he gets back.

Can you say deluded? Like I care.

I’m so angry at this guy. He is, for one, older than my parents. I spent one evening talking to him about his charity work in Brazil. I very unwisely gave him my phone number. This was in APRIL. I hear almost nothing from him, except a couple of texts about how he thought I was interesting. I never replied.

Every so often, I run into him out and about in Harlem. I’m polite. I encourage nothing.

On New Year’s Eve, at midnight, he grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth. This was a disgusting violation of my personal space. I avoided him for the remainder of the night. He apparently thought I enjoyed the forced kiss, and began texting me telling me that he will love me forever, that he could stare into my eyes all day, and that he’d like to feel my heart “beting” next to his, as well as the infamous “lick and suck” message (see my first post).

I ignored all of these messages. My friend called him to tell him to stop. He then saw him in person and told him to stop contacting me. I had another friend warn him. I have had two desperate voicemails from Licksuck since then, but after I didn’t respond to them he has backed off.

Now this:

“Dont want to bother u and dont think u care but im gonna be gone for a bit. Ill call u when i get back. Hope yur yur still talking tu me”

Obviously I’m fucking not. My reasons for my intense anger towards him?

  1. That he dared kiss me without my permission.
  2. That he would ever imagine that I’d be interested in him. He’s older than my parents, and he’s disgusting. It’s not arrogance to say that I’m so far out of his league I’m like a star in the sky to his rock at the bottom of the deepest ocean.
  3. He is too stupid to take a hint. Not even take a hint. He has clearly been told that I do not want him contacting me, and he continues to think that it’s okay for him to call me.
  4. I am so revolted by him that his messages about us being together make me want to vomit.
  5. He is scaring me with his neediness. He writes things such as “Don’t want to lose you” and the voicemail he left me at 3am was just pitiful.
  6. He has no respect for me, and calls me in the middle of the night.
  7. He is a loser who spends his whole life at the bar.
  8. He met my ex-boyfriend, and saw how I was with him, and what he looked like, and still imagines himself to be some sort of suitor for me. I can only assume his ego is colossal. 

I could go on forever, but I have things to do today. To hear from him again just riled me up, and I needed to rant. Fuck him, and I hope he never comes back from his trip, because I’m worried that he’ll follow me home or something creepy like that. If I never see or hear from him again it’ll be millennia too soon. 

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A Million Gigs and A Lot of Drama

Okay, so it wasn’t quite a million. But a singing on Friday night, taking a four hour bus ride at 1am and singing Saturday night was a feat nonetheless.

Both gigs were excellent. We are beginning to sound seamless and more natural together.  We are earning money, and getting free food at the places we perform. For me, this is what performing is all about. I’m doing something I love, and it’s just a bonus that I’m being paid to do so.  

I should start with the first gig. I went ahead and invited Mr. OJ. He showed up after 11pm, and we had performed at 9pm.  Apparently he had been viewing an apartment to sublet in Brooklyn and the men who lived there had asked him if he “smoked”, as he would call it, BEER (he’s a 27 year old man. It’s ridiculous. It’s the little things that piss me off so much, you know?)

Mr. OJ did not make a good impression on my friends. He was called, amongst other things, “awkward”, “annoying” and “over-familiar”. He is all of these things, and he was knowingly late, but I suppose he did at least show up, which is more than I can say of some other people. Friends, who’d have them?

The second gig went even better than the first. We played for two hours, and were asked to encore another half an hour. Free coffee, free pie, and good company. Success. Sunday was spent relaxing with Red’s family, and her informing me that I’ve changed for the better since my breakup (more success!). Girly chats are an excellent self-esteem boost.

After a near perfect weekend, we all had a bit of a shock yesterday night. Red’s boyfriend came to stay at her house (where I was staying on the couch). They were cuddly on the couch, she was going back to New York so wanted to say goodbye. They went to sit in another room. A few hours later, she comes into the living room and announces “So, we just broke up”, resulting in me yelling “WHAT THE FUCK?” I’ll admit that probably wasn’t the best thing to say at the time.

Red is staying in Virginia to get over this most recent breakup (it’s their second) and taking the week off work. I woke up at 5.30am to catch the bus back to New York on my own, and just arrived home. (I’ve returned to two messages from Mr. OJ, who has evidently missed me this weekend, and wanted to ask about subletting in Brooklyn, which he already knows I know nothing about /rant) I’m about to go to work. When I finish tonight at around 7.30pm, I think I’m going to collapse in a heap. Woe betides anyone who dares make a sound. 

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