I don't have 99 problems, but...
Things are already off to a rocky start with Tara (note: her name is Tara). I confide in my LJ because pretty much no one up here even knows about it, so I feel secure venting.
The unleashing of her craziness pretty much began about 5 days ago. She had some convention to go to in the City on Sunday so she wanted to come over on Saturday night to which I had no objection. Apparently she had a rough day at one of her jobs (she's part owner of a tanning salon and works part time waiting), which we talked about, and I told her that we would take time tonight to let her vent and just hang out and be cutesy and all that.
About 30 minutes before my shift ends, Jeremy texts me that he, Steve, and his brother are all playing Rock Band in the front room. I don't have a tv in my room, so Tara and I couldn't really watch movies and such. I told her this, apologized perfusely, and asked her if she just wanted to do something else. She said she was ok with RockBand because then she could hear me sing and play drums and all that. I double check, as I have been known to do and she assures me it's fine.
She comes over. I lean on her and sing Beatles songs while looking into her eyes, I kiss her, Jeremy invites her to join in but she declines, etc. We have a 10 minute goodbye by her car and the night ends in "i'll miss you"s, long kisses, and watching her car drive away.
Cut to the next morning and I get 5 rapid-fire texts about how I obviously don't care about her and her feelings because I didn't take 5 minutes alone with her to talk (which I'm pretty sure I did, but that's not the point) and all this, saying that maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I pretty much talk her down to where she apologizes for acting crazy, that it's PMS, she gets insecure, and again that she's sorry. I say it's all ok and we're good.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday we have our second official Date where we go to see Shutter Island (awesome movie, btw). When we get out she tells me she wants to go home, shower, change, and come over. Again, I'm good with that. About an hour later she texts to let me know that our mutual friend Lacey wants to go out that night. Lacey lives in Healdsburg, which is about 15 miles away, and it's pouring rain. I hate driving in the rain, but the thought of someone I care about in a sports car driving in what felt like a monsoon; not happening. So I offer to pick up and take Lacey back that night, to which she is thankful. We go out, have a few drinks, have what I thought was a grand time, drive through Jack in the Box and take Lacey home. On the way back she asks if I'm going to make love to her tonight. Of course I am, but I'm a little tired. So I tell her when I get home that I need to eat my food to get some energy in me. She crawls into bed, I eat my chicken sandwich, and when I finish she's out of bed and getting her stuff together. She says it's probably better if she stays at home that night because she has work early. I tell her I don't want her to go, but if that's what she wants then I'm not going to hold her back.
She leaves and not 20 minutes later do I get a text about how she doesn't think I find her attractive and that I was "different" last night. No idea what she's talking about. I was my usual self, just avoided girltalk because well, I'm not a girl! Again, blames it on PMS, apologizes, but now I just feel weird. I mean, if it is really PMS then it will hopefully go away soon, and it's kind of nice to know what brand of crazy I'm getting into, but it leaves me feeling uneasy. I tell her she's beautiful, that I love her body, her eyes, her nose, everything. I kiss her sweetly and often.
So either I've been out of the dating pool so long that I have no idea what I'm doing anymore or it's something else.
Sorry. I just had to get this out so I don't dwell on it.
Hope everyone else is doing better.
Regards,
Kevin P. Jones Esq.
The unleashing of her craziness pretty much began about 5 days ago. She had some convention to go to in the City on Sunday so she wanted to come over on Saturday night to which I had no objection. Apparently she had a rough day at one of her jobs (she's part owner of a tanning salon and works part time waiting), which we talked about, and I told her that we would take time tonight to let her vent and just hang out and be cutesy and all that.
About 30 minutes before my shift ends, Jeremy texts me that he, Steve, and his brother are all playing Rock Band in the front room. I don't have a tv in my room, so Tara and I couldn't really watch movies and such. I told her this, apologized perfusely, and asked her if she just wanted to do something else. She said she was ok with RockBand because then she could hear me sing and play drums and all that. I double check, as I have been known to do and she assures me it's fine.
She comes over. I lean on her and sing Beatles songs while looking into her eyes, I kiss her, Jeremy invites her to join in but she declines, etc. We have a 10 minute goodbye by her car and the night ends in "i'll miss you"s, long kisses, and watching her car drive away.
Cut to the next morning and I get 5 rapid-fire texts about how I obviously don't care about her and her feelings because I didn't take 5 minutes alone with her to talk (which I'm pretty sure I did, but that's not the point) and all this, saying that maybe this whole thing was a mistake. I pretty much talk her down to where she apologizes for acting crazy, that it's PMS, she gets insecure, and again that she's sorry. I say it's all ok and we're good.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday we have our second official Date where we go to see Shutter Island (awesome movie, btw). When we get out she tells me she wants to go home, shower, change, and come over. Again, I'm good with that. About an hour later she texts to let me know that our mutual friend Lacey wants to go out that night. Lacey lives in Healdsburg, which is about 15 miles away, and it's pouring rain. I hate driving in the rain, but the thought of someone I care about in a sports car driving in what felt like a monsoon; not happening. So I offer to pick up and take Lacey back that night, to which she is thankful. We go out, have a few drinks, have what I thought was a grand time, drive through Jack in the Box and take Lacey home. On the way back she asks if I'm going to make love to her tonight. Of course I am, but I'm a little tired. So I tell her when I get home that I need to eat my food to get some energy in me. She crawls into bed, I eat my chicken sandwich, and when I finish she's out of bed and getting her stuff together. She says it's probably better if she stays at home that night because she has work early. I tell her I don't want her to go, but if that's what she wants then I'm not going to hold her back.
She leaves and not 20 minutes later do I get a text about how she doesn't think I find her attractive and that I was "different" last night. No idea what she's talking about. I was my usual self, just avoided girltalk because well, I'm not a girl! Again, blames it on PMS, apologizes, but now I just feel weird. I mean, if it is really PMS then it will hopefully go away soon, and it's kind of nice to know what brand of crazy I'm getting into, but it leaves me feeling uneasy. I tell her she's beautiful, that I love her body, her eyes, her nose, everything. I kiss her sweetly and often.
So either I've been out of the dating pool so long that I have no idea what I'm doing anymore or it's something else.
Sorry. I just had to get this out so I don't dwell on it.
Hope everyone else is doing better.
Regards,
Kevin P. Jones Esq.