So, I find this to be a good place for me to vent about my life and how interesting I find it to be. I actually think I like this place better because no one I know here is Idaho actually reads this or even knows that I post stuff here. Anyway, here is the latest in my ever digressing foray back into the world of dating and relationships.
So, for the past few weeks I have been trying to foster a simple relationship with a girl that I first met at the gym where I work and then later became a co-worker with when she was hired onto the sales staff. I had a secret crush on her for a long time and would try to flirt (though I am truly bad at it) whenever she would come to workout and I was on shift. Once she got hired, she started to flirt back (or so i thought,perception sucks and I guess I can't read girls at all) and I thought this might be able to go somewhere.
I invited her over for dinner, I love to cook and thought it would be better than going out to eat where conversation tends to be more superficial. Well the morning of our "dinner date" rolled around and I went shopping for food. I was going to make Fajitas with homemade flour tortillas and the works, grilled to perfections, seasoned with a homemade rub, (like I said, I love to cook), and served with grilled corn, tortilla chips (homemade) and avocado dip. Around the time I get back from the store I get a phone call from this girl saying that she can't make it over after all. Her ex-man toy had paid her a visit in the middle of the night to beat her up, and she wasn't feeling up to an evening of conversation and food.
Needless to say I was persistent and convinced her that I had plenty of food and that she should bring her sister and friend (who were helping her recover) over for dinner as well (I'm thinking this is going to score me BIG points). Well because I don't accept no for an answer, I won out and they all came over. The night went remarkably well, and after that I even got some indication that she may have an interest in me as well.
Fast forward to this weekend. On Wednesday I invited this girl and her friend to go hot pooling and even found a date for her friend so it would not be just the three of us (I always end up as the squeeky wheel in those situations) and find out on Friday that they are both attending a wedding on Saturday and hot pooling is out. No big deal, an old H.S. buddy who I was in a band with is coming up to play a gig with his new band at a local bar. The show is later in the evening and so I present this as another option. Turns out that this girl's cousin (a former student of mine) get in a car wreck Friday night and nearly dies. Saturday is, understandably, a bust.
Sunday rolls around and I send off a simple txt to make sure the cousin/former student is ok, and in response I get a message telling me that she is sorry, but she and the abusive ex are getting back together to try and work things out. She didn't want to hurt me or lead me on (which is irrelevant since nothing ever got to that point anyway), but that she still wanted to be friends. And the conversation went from there. In the end I asked if I could simply visit with her to talk in person because text messaging is too easy to misread. Her response was a resounding no.
Ok, here is my rant for the day. What is is with victims and their Florence Nightingale syndrome? This is not the first time the douche bag boy toy has beat her up, and it most likely wont be the last. Why give his another change at the target? Why do we think we can change people when they demonstrate time and again that they WON'T or CAN'T change? But, more importantly, why is it that the ass-bag always win in the end? What is it about the "bad boy" that is so god damn appealing that the nice guy (the one who won't beat you and who ,if things don't work out, would still respect you and not try to defame or smear you) gets benched. Fuck that! I'm a nice guy, but I refuse to be the fall back.
She still wants to be friends but that isn't an option because she knows I have NO respect for her ex, and so does he. There is no excuse for beating up a woman, I don't think there is little excuse for violence regardless of the situation, but violence against women and children is the most appalling of all, especially when you out weigh and muscle them by a minimum of 60 pounds.
GAAHH, whatever! I'm done with this. Even typing this is getting my blood boiling. Why ladies? Why do you have this effect on us, but me in particular?
Cheers,
Price
So, for the past few weeks I have been trying to foster a simple relationship with a girl that I first met at the gym where I work and then later became a co-worker with when she was hired onto the sales staff. I had a secret crush on her for a long time and would try to flirt (though I am truly bad at it) whenever she would come to workout and I was on shift. Once she got hired, she started to flirt back (or so i thought,perception sucks and I guess I can't read girls at all) and I thought this might be able to go somewhere.
I invited her over for dinner, I love to cook and thought it would be better than going out to eat where conversation tends to be more superficial. Well the morning of our "dinner date" rolled around and I went shopping for food. I was going to make Fajitas with homemade flour tortillas and the works, grilled to perfections, seasoned with a homemade rub, (like I said, I love to cook), and served with grilled corn, tortilla chips (homemade) and avocado dip. Around the time I get back from the store I get a phone call from this girl saying that she can't make it over after all. Her ex-man toy had paid her a visit in the middle of the night to beat her up, and she wasn't feeling up to an evening of conversation and food.
Needless to say I was persistent and convinced her that I had plenty of food and that she should bring her sister and friend (who were helping her recover) over for dinner as well (I'm thinking this is going to score me BIG points). Well because I don't accept no for an answer, I won out and they all came over. The night went remarkably well, and after that I even got some indication that she may have an interest in me as well.
Fast forward to this weekend. On Wednesday I invited this girl and her friend to go hot pooling and even found a date for her friend so it would not be just the three of us (I always end up as the squeeky wheel in those situations) and find out on Friday that they are both attending a wedding on Saturday and hot pooling is out. No big deal, an old H.S. buddy who I was in a band with is coming up to play a gig with his new band at a local bar. The show is later in the evening and so I present this as another option. Turns out that this girl's cousin (a former student of mine) get in a car wreck Friday night and nearly dies. Saturday is, understandably, a bust.
Sunday rolls around and I send off a simple txt to make sure the cousin/former student is ok, and in response I get a message telling me that she is sorry, but she and the abusive ex are getting back together to try and work things out. She didn't want to hurt me or lead me on (which is irrelevant since nothing ever got to that point anyway), but that she still wanted to be friends. And the conversation went from there. In the end I asked if I could simply visit with her to talk in person because text messaging is too easy to misread. Her response was a resounding no.
Ok, here is my rant for the day. What is is with victims and their Florence Nightingale syndrome? This is not the first time the douche bag boy toy has beat her up, and it most likely wont be the last. Why give his another change at the target? Why do we think we can change people when they demonstrate time and again that they WON'T or CAN'T change? But, more importantly, why is it that the ass-bag always win in the end? What is it about the "bad boy" that is so god damn appealing that the nice guy (the one who won't beat you and who ,if things don't work out, would still respect you and not try to defame or smear you) gets benched. Fuck that! I'm a nice guy, but I refuse to be the fall back.
She still wants to be friends but that isn't an option because she knows I have NO respect for her ex, and so does he. There is no excuse for beating up a woman, I don't think there is little excuse for violence regardless of the situation, but violence against women and children is the most appalling of all, especially when you out weigh and muscle them by a minimum of 60 pounds.
GAAHH, whatever! I'm done with this. Even typing this is getting my blood boiling. Why ladies? Why do you have this effect on us, but me in particular?
Cheers,
Price
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i used to live in idaho.