Dicka-ment. No Pre About It.
or alternate title, Luge Effect
The metaphor for the moment when you see a young relationship implode and you are helpless to put the pieces back together again because to do so would be allowing someone else to treat you disrespectfully, letting them get away with risking nothing and yet reaping the benefit (of you); as if from the top of the track, looking at an empty luge car going down a slippery icy track at mach 1, and making the conscious decision not to jump on it.
I almost called him. The cheeky, "yes lets talk about that, you call me", as in, I am going to tell you I am bailing on the weekend, so why don’t you call me to hear it, infuriated me. Yet I told myself that if I call him I can hear his excuse, be graceful about it, and then I could tell him to not waste my time any more, learn how to treat a woman, and send me my cds back.
I had kung fu with my beautiful instructor last night. After coming up for air I had a text from Speed saying, "you home yet". Quote unquote. Then I went home and waited for my flatmate. Whilst waiting I received a " I guess you are still at work or out, call me when free". When flatmate arrived I debriefed her on the ongoing Luge Effect. She took my mobile away and said there is no way you are calling him. He isn't good enough and let him have a taste of his own medicine. I didn't need to be told twice. I have a bad habit of wanting to be the nice person even to the detriment of myself (thanks Mom). Before going to bed I received two more texts. One was blank, and one said "I guess I won't hear from you tonight then baby cakes, x" Both around 11:45. Did you catch that? Now the intimate Baby Cakes and an "x" comes out. As if simple manoeuvres like that are going to lull me into contacting you. Oh you simpleton, I am She-Ra, master of this game. You don't qualify as a minion of Skeletor!
I have given this man so many Benefits of Doubt cards, and thought (nota bene past tense), and had thought despite warning signs will continue to get to know him because he has some redeeming qualities. It has always seemed to me that he didn't want to ever do any work, kept pushing the burden of choosing anything back on to me, and expected some sex demon in return. I am the first to admit that I am a high maintenance woman. If that means I won't do the work for the guy in the relationship but expect them to meet me half way. I thought about listing the multitudes of warning signs in another paragraph. As I told my flatmate last night, I had spotted some issues from the very beginning but thought, who doesn't, he still seems like an interesting enough person to get to know (the Benefit of the Doubt syndrome, beware). But then if I did list them all, I think I would be really embarrassed. Anyway, game over, and the final stats are Number of Dates: 7, Number of CDs I Have to get back: 4. Number of Moments that I am Regretful: 0. *We have a winner*
The metaphor for the moment when you see a young relationship implode and you are helpless to put the pieces back together again because to do so would be allowing someone else to treat you disrespectfully, letting them get away with risking nothing and yet reaping the benefit (of you); as if from the top of the track, looking at an empty luge car going down a slippery icy track at mach 1, and making the conscious decision not to jump on it.
I almost called him. The cheeky, "yes lets talk about that, you call me", as in, I am going to tell you I am bailing on the weekend, so why don’t you call me to hear it, infuriated me. Yet I told myself that if I call him I can hear his excuse, be graceful about it, and then I could tell him to not waste my time any more, learn how to treat a woman, and send me my cds back.
I had kung fu with my beautiful instructor last night. After coming up for air I had a text from Speed saying, "you home yet". Quote unquote. Then I went home and waited for my flatmate. Whilst waiting I received a " I guess you are still at work or out, call me when free". When flatmate arrived I debriefed her on the ongoing Luge Effect. She took my mobile away and said there is no way you are calling him. He isn't good enough and let him have a taste of his own medicine. I didn't need to be told twice. I have a bad habit of wanting to be the nice person even to the detriment of myself (thanks Mom). Before going to bed I received two more texts. One was blank, and one said "I guess I won't hear from you tonight then baby cakes, x" Both around 11:45. Did you catch that? Now the intimate Baby Cakes and an "x" comes out. As if simple manoeuvres like that are going to lull me into contacting you. Oh you simpleton, I am She-Ra, master of this game. You don't qualify as a minion of Skeletor!
I have given this man so many Benefits of Doubt cards, and thought (nota bene past tense), and had thought despite warning signs will continue to get to know him because he has some redeeming qualities. It has always seemed to me that he didn't want to ever do any work, kept pushing the burden of choosing anything back on to me, and expected some sex demon in return. I am the first to admit that I am a high maintenance woman. If that means I won't do the work for the guy in the relationship but expect them to meet me half way. I thought about listing the multitudes of warning signs in another paragraph. As I told my flatmate last night, I had spotted some issues from the very beginning but thought, who doesn't, he still seems like an interesting enough person to get to know (the Benefit of the Doubt syndrome, beware). But then if I did list them all, I think I would be really embarrassed. Anyway, game over, and the final stats are Number of Dates: 7, Number of CDs I Have to get back: 4. Number of Moments that I am Regretful: 0. *We have a winner*
posted by miss goLondon at 5:42 PM
2 Comments:
Good for you!
I've just had a good catch-up, and I have to say that you're right in every way, and have behaved impeccably. I really don't understand some guys... any kind of maturity seems to just pass them by.
Sorry it didn't work out, anyway, but here's hoping you find someone who actually deserves you.
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