It’s been an entire week with absolutely no contact from either side. This is the first time he hasn’t text me. I am guilty of creeping his Facebook profile one time this week. I found pictures of him having a good time with good-old country boys. Definitely not my crowd.
He enjoyed going to bars, strip clubs and bowling alleys. That’s not my idea of a good time, and clearly I was never invited. I’m a girl that enjoys going to concerts, hiking and experiencing new adventures. I would have loved for him to come with me to a show.
His friends are middle-aged men who like bowling, cars and firehouse bars. My best friend is a blue-haired tattoo artist. The others are much the same, very much into the alternative/punk scene. Even so, they would have welcomed this “nice guy.”
It’s apparent that we had little in common. Yet for so long I felt fortunate that he had settled for me. It turns out I was just settling. I spend my entire summer in a situationship that was set up to fail. In the words of the great Maya Angelou:
“When someone shows you who they are believe them; the first time.”
I should have kicked his ass to the curb, especially when he started treating me like an Elf on the Shelf doll. I opened up my heart and told him things that I don’t share with many people. I cared about him. And it’s rare when a man keeps my attention for long.
Unfortunately, I will have to see him in less than 10 days. We are going to the same networking event and I can’t avoid it. I don’t even plan to acknowledge his presence. I feel so much bitterness toward him. Until I can let that go, I don’t even want to look at him.