Soooooo, the two of you that have been reading my angsty bullshit for a while will know that I often use this blog to work through my feelings and try to figure things out. It’s cheaper than therapy and, more often than not, more effective.
I think I’ll call the money grubbing dipshit 4th of July date Krystal. Why, you ask? Well, because that’s her name. While I am fully aware that none of what has happened is directly her fault and solely Mr. OoT’s, she’s a player in my drama nonetheless.
Krystal is a 35 year old mother of a young child who lives in a shitty town. Even shittier than the town that Mr. OoT lives in. From what I’ve read in her messages with Mr. OoT and via her Instagram page (seriously? you’re going to act surprised that I looked her up?), she’s not the brightest bulb on the strand. She sounds like a bit of an idiot and has a job that anyone with 6 months to kill for training could have. She doesn’t have 2 nickels to rub together and likes to end most her sentences with ‘lol’.
From what I gathered, although Mr. OoT isn’t wealthy by any means, to her, he would be. And she would take him for every last cent he has. Over the course of the messages I snooped on she must have mentioned money (or lack thereof) at least 10 times. Being as Mr. OoT thinks he needs buy people’s affections, he has sent her several gifts. Including a pizza one night (when he was in another state) when she said she was hungry and didn’t have money for dinner. He’s too stupid (and male) to see the huge red flags. I’m torn between thinking that is the nicest thing ever or the weirdest.
None of this is the point of this post. The point is this: why the hell would I be jealous of a 35 year old, penniless dipshit whose every profile photo on FB (what? that surprises you too?) is taken with a Snapchat filter? While I am by far heavier, older and certainly not a ‘spinner’ like she is I am also by far and away smarter, more successful, more self sufficient. more age appropriate with no kids and no need to use anyone for their money. I’m well traveled, well educated and have my shit (mostly) together. Well, aside from dating that is……
I’ve always envied those women that could date someone that they were super into and NOT turn into a jealous wreck knowing they weren’t the only one in the mix. The women that were confident that they would win out in the end. Confident that they were the better choice. Confident that however things turned out would be the right way for them to turn out. The women that could go out with girlfriends and have a blast knowing that the guy they were interested in was on a date with another woman.
While I was absolutely more confident in my younger days, I was never confident enough to believe that the men in my life would choose me in the end. Is it that I wasn’t confident in myself or confident in them? Not sure. And, to clarify, I am not hoping to ‘win’ Mr. OoT in the end. We’re done. I would like to figure out why I can’t be more of a ‘If he’s the right one for me, I’ll know it”, if he’s the right one for me, regardless of how many other women he’s dating (I’m talking about in the initial stages, btw) I’ll just go with the flow and see how things turn out.