First important things first, can you do me a favor? Right-click and visit the blog of my Jersey friend and leave her some well wishes? She's feeling pretty lousy. However, she has a great playlist that you can play on and on as you blog read. My thoughts are with you Jersey girl.
Hopefully none of the tunes in her playlist are Disney tunes, because Houston, we've discovered a crack in the Happy Costa Rica guy's armor. And it seems to be a pretty fatal one, rather than a repairable one. He is no Disney knight. How reassuringly human.
Last week, I may have witnessed his Pura Vida, but all I witnessed this week were some emotionally needy issues mixed in with the usual male rudeness.
On Tuesday, he began to text me, starting off with the usual, and I explained my mother is in the hospital, I've been traveling, etc. Then his TMs became ranting in nature, going on about how he's giving up on women because no one has time for him. I told him it was really not the best time for me to be trying to explain my inability to meet up with him again, but I would call him later. Not good enough. He went on and on, and about 10 TMs later, he turned his general lamenting into specifics about me. I'm apparently too interested in baseball (I went to one party last weekend) and not interested enough in him. We could be friends, but he is not going to wait for me to be his girlfriend.
Um, I don't even know him enough to know if I want to be more than friends.
I should have left it there, but I wanted to defend my actions and my honor a bit. Because he definitely had it wrong, and who the heck was he to be demanding so much of me? It takes two to show interest, I was expecting a little pursuit from him, not be the one chasing him. But anyway.....so, I called him and tried to explain my thoughts, and these were the questions he began to ask me:
Do I get angry easily?
Do I get sad easily?
(Am I being psychoanalyzed?)
Do I stay in the house a lot?
Do I want to spend time with a guy?
Do I eat a lot?
(Wait. Back the truck the fuck up.)
Sure, was I getting angry easily right then? But I tried. I took a calming breath. I gave him the bilingual benefit of the doubt. I reminded him that he had lunch with me and we talked about working out at the gym and we talked about reducing stress and how it affects our health, so he could answer those questions himself. I reminded him that he has a lot of time on his hands not working, but that I have a job that will keep me busy plus we have the distance and his lack of driving to consider.
And he just didn't seem to listen or understand and went on....just like so many of the others.
"Well I just askin you this because I don't want to be with a depressed angry woman and because if you lost 50 lbs you could be beautiful, like a model...you're so hot honey...comprehende?"
I hung up.
Do I get angry easily?
I guess I do when an asshole is involved.
Wednesday, September 26
Life Fitness Treadmill
Standing heart rate: 76
Average heart rate: 140
Max heart rate: 162
Workout mode: RANDOM mode level email@example.com
Calories: 830 Distance: 2.47 Time: 65:00
NOTE: Nice average heart rate.
I lost track of what I ate.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."