thetease

The tease is a delicate game.

There are so many out there where the male or female are tortured by another of great personality/looks and is constantly running after the carrot.

You get a text from them, they say lovely things that make you think, ‘OMG, omgomgomg!’ and you save all those texts or emails and re-read them everyday to be  reminded that the unrealistic, might turn to reality. *coughBULLcoughSHITcough* It’s hard, I know it. You need to delete that shit. They will lead you on and then  d i s s a p e a r .  Then you find out maybe a month later or so, oh, they’re in a relationship now, or they were always in a relationship, this equalling out to, they are a douchbag. But it doesn’t matter to you. You’re still in love them– from a distance, and always will be– from a distance.

The way one can survive tease magee, is to acknowledge the fact that your fantasy dream of you two being together or what have you, will NEVER happen. So many do not do this ,and end up being completely devastated, while the teaser is simply going on with life.

Either completely shut them down and end all forms of communication, or play their little game with confidence.

Hate this game.

 

-r

slowdancedForthe1stTime–inaLONNNGtime

I had drinks with an amazing chef last night.

He is hilarious. Quick. Great hair. Typical ‘I can wear anything and make it look good’ attire. One of those guys that always make you nervous and leave you wanting more, but not too much in fear of losing the ‘always heart you from a distance’ feeling.

You feel me?

 

Yeah, he just pulled me in and told me to slow dance with him for a moment. I didn’t want to. My first thought was, ‘fuck no, I don’t dance anymore, and this is foolish’, YET so freakin cute. So he says, ‘but you want to, I can feel your hips moving’, and I replied, ‘then I shall stop’, and I did. and he says, ‘just once around, that’s it’.. reluctantly, I did. Lame.

But seriously, on another note, his facebook says [in a relationship], and he certainly wasn’t acting like he was in a relationship. tisktisk, I reminded him of his boundaries. I believe he understood what I was referring to…

 

more to come

 

-r

yaddayadda..yadda

I might like him. a little. a tad. a smidgen. grr.

but I think it’s for the wrong reasons.

The obvious wrong reasons.

I’ve been single for so long, I crave attention right now, it feels good to have someone who wants to be with you, do anything for you, listen to you, say how wonderful you are, make plans together, cook together, hold hands, get picked up in a BMW doesn’t hurt, or the fact that he has deep pockets, and gives me what I need sexually. Fuck. I am doomed.

I even find myself missing him sometimes. And my other fear is that a] I could fall in love because I have the tendency to do so more so with personality vs. looks. Looks I can overcome for the most part if personality is beyond stellar; b] I will find someone who Really gives me the ‘butterflies, omg I am so nervous for the first 2 months, checking my text messages every 3 seconds and his facebook every 7 seconds’, and then I will have to break the other fellow’s heart to follow mine, because this is someone who I get to chase and want from the beginning.

Did that make any sense?

Terrible. I am a bad lady.

ps. we’re spending xmas together.

 

-r

howzabouta4stardinnerandprivatejet/tosay:SORRY

So this guy I’ve been writing about tried saying sorry for the night befor by making reservations at Per Se. PER fucking SE. Amazing restaurant if youre not familiar. THEN! Take me on a private jet to the hapmtons and then drive back into manhatten.. Holy not nessesary.

I put an end to that asap.

to be continued..

 

-r

iloveyous&carcrashes

and so it all spilled out one night at work.

I was working service and he was off, we were texting each other about our day and such. Somehow it came up of how he was falling for me. How I couldn’t stop him from falling in love with me. Ohhhh lordy.

I insisted, no. It could never happen. I had rules and boundaries and insecurities and just NO. He didn’t seem to get it. I was freaking out. He then said he was meeting me after work to talk. I didn’t want to.

He showed up. I refused to get into his car. Finally did. He was very serious. Too serious–for my liking anyway. He was in love with me. He wouldn’t stop saying it. Every time he said the L word, I would cry. I don’t know why exactly. It was honestly, right out of a sitcom. He said all the sweet things. How he would never hurt me and said I was amazing and smart and talented and no one should have done me wrong and he would be different.  y a d d a y a d d a y a d d a

I got out of his car finally when he got me home. He begged me not to. I got out, he left the car on with the hazards blinking..

He kept blocking me from entering my apt. I was pushing and crying and couldn’t win. He would hold me by the shoulders and talk to me, telling me he loves me and couldn’t lose me. I was a bit scared. He wouldn’t let go.

He couldn’t lose me. Couldn’t live without me. ME. Little ol’ me. I had such an impact apparently. It seems I do with all the guys I’ve dated. [I wasn't even dating this guy] When people move too fast on me and do the mushy gushy I love yous, I detach. I peace out. I’m gone. I can’t get close so fast. Fuck no.

What did he end up doing when I finally got into my apt? Seems he drove his BMW so fast and wasn’t paying attention because he was crying and so distraught he crashed into another person and their car. Cars were towed and he started walking around the city, bought 3 6-packs of beer [this guy Doesn't drink.period] drank about 8 of them, drunk texting me, I am worried as can be; gets into a huge fight with his roommate, gets 0 sleep and goes into work devastated.

oy.

to be continued..

 

-r