Friday, November 28, 2014

A Text Message Faux Pas

Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I sent out several texts yesterday wishing some of the women I have dated in the past to have a Happy Thanksgiving and to enjoy the time with their families. I decided to be the better guy (I did notice that none of them thought of me first) mainly because I didn't think that "I hope you get a turkey leg stuck up your ass" would be something you would see on a Hallmark card.

I did receive one message from a girl that I dated almost four years ago wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving and I thought it was a very sweet gesture and very thoughtful. The one thing I failed to notice was that it was a group text message and she had sent it to all of her friends.

This girl and I had shared a very romantic walk through downtown Asheville right before Christmas of 2010. There was a light snow falling, it was very chilly, Christmas was in the air, and we just walked around and marveled at all of the sights and sounds. When she sent me that text, I immediately thought of that day. I sent her a well thought out message reminding her of that day and that although things did not work out between us, I still really enjoyed our time together.

I did not know I had sent the text message to everyone on her group list so I spent the next four hours receiving angry messages and phone calls from her husband and boyfriends and husbands of her friends wanting to know who the hell I was and wanting to shove a turkey leg up my ass (Couldn't they just buy me a card?). I guess I got to be "That Guy" just by sending a text message. Who knew it would be that easy?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Coming Back For More

When word quickly spread of mine and my last girlfriend's breakup, some of my old girlfriend's started falling out of the woodwork. They were calling me, sending me text messages, sending me nude pics of themselves, and offering themselves up as sacrificial virgins although all of them were far from that.

I could not even begin to explain my sudden "popularity". Maybe they decided I wasn't the dumbass they thought I was, being a "nice guy" wasn't such a bad thing, or maybe the dating pool at our age is much shallower than they thought. Whatever the reason, I believe that sex was at the top of the list. I believe that they all thought they might be in line for some rebound sex.

That is one of the good things about trying to be "that guy" is that I do have what I like to call "the right of first refusal." I turned them all down. I would not have had to "work" for any of that and where is the challenge in going out with old girlfriends. The sex was usually pretty good (although some were not half as good as they liked to think they were especially when I was doing almost all of the work). I need something more fulfilling than "been there had that" so I need to dust off my "skills" and get back in the game.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

A Gorilla In The Mist

I have often read that when an author kills off one of his recurring characters, it is like a part of himself has died. It is no where near the same thing but that is the way I am feeling now that I have laid "Mr. Nice Guy" to rest or at least put him into hibernation.

I am a little bit lost right now. I am very conflicted. I cannot help but feel I am some unfinished business to take care of. I have had a few opportunities over the past several days to bring out the sleazy side of me but I passed those opportunities up. I have to be mentally ready to do something completely out of character for me because it is not that easy for me.

"Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose." Mary Shelley,Frankenstein.
Right or wrong, I now have a purpose and my mind is becoming more tranquil with each passing day.

Where I Am Supposed To Be

I am getting ready to move (again) and I have already been to check the place out. It is a small cottage but I really don't need much. It is not quite finished yet but I can't help but feel this is the place I am supposed to be. It has all of the elements I am looking for. It has the views that I crave, the nature that I love, and the solitude that I need. It will be my sanctuary. It will have everything I need to entertain if I so desire and it will be the perfect setting for me to write (think Henry David Thoreau's Walden Pond).

Most writers have their muse, usually a woman who challenges and inspires them to be at their best when they are writing but a muse can take many forms/ It can be an idea, a concept, or even a dream. My inspiration is waiting on me.