I come from a competitive family. Everyone has to try to one up everyone else. How else can you be the best? And make the other person feel inferior? Nice, right? I don’t really play that game in my family. I’m fine taking last place, being the ‘black sheep’ and I’ve almost perfected being a ‘bad daughter’ and ‘shitty sister’. I’m not quite there yet, but a few more months and I should be platinum level in both categories! 🙂 I have never felt the need to win. To prove that I’m better than anyone else. I don’t think I am. I think I’m pretty neato, but heck if I’m going to try to ‘beat’ anyone at anything.
My twin sister, the one who’s husband was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident back January, dropped a bit of a bombshell on me last week. When she mentioned that she was dating again. Not just dating, but online dating. Uhm……….. No judgement, it just threw me off. Especially since she didn’t even ask me about it. Hello? I blog about this shit. Oh wait, not sure that she knows that. Anyway, she is fishing in an entirely different pool than I am. She actually likes JDate. Yuck! Not sure how long she’s been back dating, but she’s had about 47 dates in the last 2 weeks (that might be a slight exageration).
She knows about some of my history with TD and his kids. She knows what’s going on right now and pretty much how devastated I am. And she’s has never once asked how I was doing. Awesome. I am well aware that the majority of my friends are about ready to smack the shit out of me by now, but I really don’t talk to my sister about anything that matters. And this matters. I had a bad day today and anyone that either saw me or talked to me could tell something was wrong. It was in my voice and apparently written all over my face. As I was leaving a breakfast this morning, I called my sister to see how she was doing. She could tell something was wrong as she said ‘you sound weird’ but instead of asking what was wrong, she opted to tell me about her awesome dating life. And how she has a third date tonight. With a pharmacist. And instead of being excited for her and for my own possible future hook up for discounted pharmaceuticals, all I could think was WTF?!? Now while I’m fairly certain he’s the quintessential short, nappy haired, momma’s boy kinda guy, I can’t think when the last time was that I had a 3rd date. Or even a 1st ……… 😦
Now I guess I could have had a 1st date with a guy from the match mixer the other night as he was ‘okay’. His wingwoman was a bit odd though. Kinda white trash, kinda been around the block a few hundred times, kinda crude. Not really my style. He was fun to talk to, didn’t make me want to throw myself off the balcony, but certainly didn’t get me all excited by the prospects. Especially after I went to talk to him out on said balcony and he wandered off to the other end of the patio to text someone. And then texted me, at 11pm that night, to see ‘what happened to me’? Uhm. I left, Einstein………