Senitlity sucks. The fact that I can’t even remember my blog names for people is kinda sad. The fact that I can’t link back original posts from the past sucks even more. For you.
Repo Man and I ‘met’ online almost 4 years ago? Maybe 3. Regardless, we never actually met in person at that time. He had asked me, way back then, if I wanted to meet on a Friday or a Sunday. I chose Sunday. Apparently he
got lucky fell in love with someone else on that Friday. when he cancelled on me, I was fine. We hadn’t actually met, so who cared. I was happy for him.
We have kept in touch over the years and he would call me every now and again. Usually for dating advice. He is a super nice guy and his M.O. seemed to always be to give his girlfriends 3 do-overs. Who am I to judge? I gave Mr. OoT about 37 do-overs. Anyway, our timing never worked. We were never single at the same time. We never actually met until last year when Mr. OoT and I were broken up (for the 28th time) and Repo Man picked me up at the airport in my old town, took me to lunch, dropped me back off at the airport to catch my connection and laid a huge kiss on me before driving off. Caught me totally off guard, but I’m always up for a good kiss.
We texted a bit, I did see him last winter, but he was dating someone else by then. Go figure. As an aside, I’ve noticed that men my age (ancient) seem to not like to be alone. They hop from one woman to the next. I sure wish they would take some time alone to work on their own issues instead of constantly searching for someone new to ‘fit’ where they want them to.
Back to me. I hadn’t heard from Repo Man for almost a year when he called me out of the blue. We chatted for a long time. He said he was dating someone new. He asked why we never dated. He tracked me down on Facebook and friend requested me. About a month after that I see the grand announcement that he’s engage. Uhm, what? Whatever, we ALL know he jumped the gun on this. Not my circus. I was a decent friend and congratulated him on Facebook. Yey for love!
When I was back in his city last week, he asked if we could meet for lunch. Sure, why not, I like food and he’s a nice guy. My bff said he was interested. I told her she was crazy. He was engaged and probably just needed some advice.
We met for lunch, chatted for hours, exchanged relationship stories (his good, mine horrible). He asked what had happened to me. Where my self confidence had gone. Ouch. He told me I was gorgeous and smart and kind and that there was something about me that just made him feel comfortable opening up to me. This last one I take as one of the best compliments ever. I’ve been told this many times by many different people. I love that people feel comfortable talking to me. I am great at advice and guidance. For others, of course, not for myself.
He asked, again, why we never dated. Uhm, not very appropriate when he’s engaged. I asked if his fiance’ knew we were having lunch together. Nope. I asked if he had ever mentioned me to her. Nope. I asked how he would explain who I was to her. I don’t even know how to explain who we are to each other. We ‘met’ online but never actually dated yet have stayed in touch for 3 years? Probably wouldn’t go over well. Oh well; not my circus.
Anyway, I gave him some relationship advice (again, do as I say, not as I do), he gave me a huge hug (which I definitely needed) and we went on our separate ways. Me back to my beach haven and he to his
matronly fiance’. Ooops, did I say that? I decided that his relationship was his deal. He needs to decide if us having lunch is right or wrong. My fixer days are over for others. People need to find and follow their own moral compass. Me? I just need to do me for a while.
Oh, and he already asked if we could meet for lunch again when I’m back in town next month……..