True Confession Tuesday VI and VII: A Special 2 Part Episode

In which our heroine gets into a lot more trouble. . . .

Read previous confessions here, here and here.

Martin and I sat down on his couch to talk. He began by saying that he though we'd always be one of those couples that was okay. I had no idea what he meant.

"I mean, we'll always be content. We'd never make each other extremely happy or extremely unhappy," he explained.

"Um, I guess, " I said cautiously, not sure where he was going with this.

"But that's not what I want. I want the extremes. I think we should break up and just be friends. I think you're a terrific person but I want a grand passion.. . " he tried to explain. He had a lot more to say, much of it very kind about me.

But I was not in the mood to hear about his feelings. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! Stop talking to me about this now. I'm too upset. You just dumped me, for God's sake!!!!!!" I had almost stormed out the door when I remembered that my laundry was in his laundry room (it was so nice dating someone with a washer and dryer). So instead of a grand, dramatic, stomping exit, I had to walk out with an armload of laundry and Martin following me, picking up my trail of stray socks.

I drove to a local park and cried my eyes out. I wrote a nasty email, an attempt at persuasion email and then suddenly I felt better.

It was the weirdest thing. All of a sudden I was just over it. I suppose I realized that he was right. Martin and I became friends. He still came over and hooked up my DVR. We didn't hang out, but we talked on the phone and emailed. And I was fine. Half of my friends thought this meant we'd get back together, the other half thought that the meant Martin had done the right thing.

I, of course, agree with the latter. But breaking up with Martin did totally screw me up dating-wise. I had finally dated a nice, semi-sane person and then he dumped me unequivocally.  I rejected every guy who wasn't nice and semi-sane, but I also didn't want to risk getting permanently dumped again.

Meeting MG was the answer to my fucked up prayers.

VII:

In which our heroine gets into even more trouble. . . .

I met MG about six months after Martin dumped me. I was sure I was happy being single. I didn't miss Martin (who was usually only a phone call away), but I had missed being a part of a couple. I had had high hopes when I finally met Foster, the other guy from Match.com. But unfortunately, by the time we met we had become such good buddies that I couldn't develop any romantic feelings for him. I knew about too many of his commitment issues to even think about dating him. But we also remained friends. So after I few attempts at dating, I accepted my single status. I accepted my male friends as they were and I finally realized I could be happy on my own.

And then I went to watch Monday Night Football with Mimi. After a debate about who had claimed the last open table in the bar, MG, his two friends, Mimi and I all shared the table. MG was not my usual type. He was quiet. He was a bit shy. But I was smitten anyway.

Apparently the feeling was mutual. We began dating, then dating exclusively, fairly quickly. I had never really had the sweet, romantic first love sort of thing in high school. But that was what dating MG was like at first. All sweet and romantic and without a lot of substance.

MG hadn't had a girlfriend since he was seventeen. I think that was part of it. And like a lot of seventeen year old boys, he would clam up when something bothered him. And these things would build up and then he'd break up with me. The second time we broke up was a month before I turned thirty. Within a 24 hour period, MG broke up with me, I requested a transfer to teach another school for the following year and I closed on my house (the one that MG was supposed to help me fix up).

Martin, Foster and basically all of my friends told me to forget about MG right then. But I didn't, exactly. We stayed friends. And he did help with my house. So when my friend Mimi offered to throw me a huge birthday bash (because if I was going to turn 30 single, dammit, I was going to have a good time) I invited MG. And Martin. And Foster. And Mimi invited John, a cute single guy that she knew. And her boyfriend Scott invited all of his friends. One (or two, I can't really remember) of whom I loved flirting with.

Mimi also got a lot of alcohol. It was going to be one hell of a party.