Anxiety Attack

Things are still in flux with F. Not to mention with M. also. This week F. has been away. I haven’ t seen him in a week and a half and he is the worst texter ever. Dude, just answer when I text you!!! M always does. Always. I know that the job keeps him on the road but I really am not a big texter either. I would just like to feel a little bit connected while he is away. When he is here, it’s great. So I don’t know if this is going to work longterm. Do I want it to? Is he just convenient?

On Wednesday morning, M. broke the 8 days of me not texting him. I have been not texting him because it is not fair to anyone. Not me, not F. and certainly not M. But M., what is keeping him in the picture? I have very strong feelings for him. But he lives in another country. I don’t know that I will ever see him again, even though my Magic 8 Ball app says I will lol. A couple of weeks ago there was a hurricane pretty close to where M. lives. I was a basket case. We talked while he still had some juice in phone. It makes a difference when you know someone near such a potentially catastrophic situation. I know he knows how much I care about him.

I hadn’t texted him since Thanksgiving, when I sent him a sappy text. And Wednesday morning, as I was driving to work, thinking about him, he texted me. He had dreamed of me the night before. He woke up wanting to fly up here to be with me. Maybe only for a booty call, I don’t know. We talked for a while, I sent him a pic of us, which I had not done before. Then I sent him a pic of me now, because my face is much smaller. He thinks I look great. I told him I’d send him a full-length pic soon to show my progress. Then before bed, I texted him the usual heart lips heart that I had not been sending lately. He texted back about a half hour later with “love you too”. WHAT??!!?!?! I would have fallen down if I had not been in bed. But I don’t know if that was meant for me. I have mistakenly sent texts to the wrong person before. It could have happened to M. I was freaking out. I did not open the text until the next day, after lunch. I sp oke to V. about it over lunch. I was feeling anxiety, which I never really had before. Shaky, tight chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Was it meant for me? I still don’t know. I am such a wimp. I am so much of a wimp that I did not even address it. I just sent him a full length pic as promised and he really liked it. We have been talking since.

I just wish that I could be sure of something. Both J. and V. think that he meant to send that text to me. I would like to know for sure. Why can’t I think that he does? Isn’t that what I want? Or is it? Is it possible? Will I even ever see him again???

It’s been a while

So a few things have changed since my last entry. I met someone new, F. and have been dating him for a few weeks now. Also from away, some similarities to M. but also very different than M. Some things I like way more, some things I wish he also had. I am not sure where I stand with him because when he is with me I feel like I don’t have to worry about it (except maybe for this morning) but when he is not with me he is not so good on answering texts which I know he has read. That makes me insecure. He also talked about an open relationship a couple of weeks ago and I am not really open to that. It makes me feel like I am not enough. We have not talked about it again. I need to find the right moment and also psych myself up for the potential outcome of said talk. We have good chemistry. He is always up for sex. He kisses the way I want to be kissed. Sex is good and my body is almost able to do what I want it to…soooo close but still needs a bit of tweaking. I have slowed down on the self-pleasure so that I had more potential to have that pleasure with him. He does nice things for me, tells me I am pretty, is funny and can take and dish out jokes. He is appreciative when I do things for him. He has a job that takes him away for days at a time. Part of me loves that because I can maintain my independance. If I was more sure of things then I would not be worried in the least. But seriously, text me back. Or take off your notifications and last seen time, ok F?? Are you with someone else and not able to text me back? I wish he had never said anything about an open relationship because I question every single thing. Everything. In my own head. I don’t want to live like that. I know I have to talk to him about it.

With M. he left. I did not have to try to figure things out in the same way. I know he slept with other people here. I saw condoms in his room. And we never talked about exclusivity. I knew he was leaving and he was freshly single and wanted some action. I was really only planning to enjoy the time with him because it made me feel like I could be loved and love again. Well, we are still close, and talking. I am trying to wean myself from him. This week I managed a whole week of not messaging him and was doing well then he broke the ice. The last two times were him texting me after a long absence.I don’t know what I mean to him. Is it even important to know? He does not live here. He is not coming back. I am not going there. I have dropped numerous hints without saying it clearly and he just does not bite. But for some reason he is not letting go either. FACK!

F. has some condoms in his room too but he calls me his girlfriend. I need a definition. We also use and thus need condoms so it’s logical that he would have some since I stay there sometimes too. I even have a toothbrush there. But I am still feeling unsure. If I was to go with my gut then I am NOT really his girlfriend, just his navigator, driver, cook and fwb. No different from M. in a way. I would like it to work.I can give up M. if things are going somewhere. He knows about M. and said he was just a fwb when I told him about it. It did start that way but somehow it’s still happening. I introduced him to my family. I don’t do that. He was the first since K., 14 years ago. But that is neither here nor there. He is gone, F is here and has not yet met the family and may or may not.  I don’t know yet. If I am unsure, then no. As for right now, I am too unsure to think about it much so we’ll have to wait and see.

Hanging on

Still hanging on here. Still talking to M. most days, although it’s way less informative. On his end anyways. Three weeks ago  I had a bit of a lightbulb moment, or something like that. I was in the car, listening to the radio, and they mentioned G., who was going to be on the show later that day. Thankfully I was busy and not able to listen to the show, as we all know I would have, so I could torture myself with his voice of caramel, all the while remembering how stupid I was for the entire time we had that imaginary thing. As it happened, that morning I sent a pic to M. He did not respond that day. Or the next. Or even the next. I had soooo many thoughts running through my head. How is this any different than G.? Am I depending too much on him? Why am I hanging on? How long will I waste my time? What is this doing for me, other than making me miserable? What am I getting out of this? Is M. the only one benefitting from my feelings? Why am I not good enough for someone to love for real?

I resisted the urge to text him for five days. I would have gone longer because it had started to hurt less. Then, on the fifth day, while I was at the movies, he texted me, saying he was so sorry! He thought he had responded to my text. Well, considering I texted him every day, it sure took him long enough to notice that I was not texting him. I think he thought I was mad.  Nope. Just too much in my head, making comparisons with G. and everyone else who doesn’t want me. I only texted him back the next day. Not saying much. We did not talk about it. What is there to talk about anyway? I think he likes that I am clearly feeling strongly about him and and very obvious about it. He probably needs it in some way. Just like I need the little crumbs I am getting from him. But crumbs they are. He is a male. He doesn’t hate me. That is pretty much it from where I am sitting. He has not been initiating much lately and rarely sends pics. It’s really mostly me. We haven’t spoken since Friday. I am going to try to wean myself again, even though it makes me terribly sad. I just want someone to love.

I am on POF and nothing great there. The guys who write me are not at all my types and send things like hi. HI??? Make an effort. Pretend that you can have a conversation. I had one date so far but really not great. If only I could meet someone to date. Someone to distract me from M. Who probably lives with a woman. The skype has never happened. I don’t think he lives alone. And I don’t mean a roommate. Anyways, que sera, sera. I need a good cry.  I wish I could just let it be.

Is anything ever certain?

Two months later and I am still talking with M. every day. Sometimes its one exchanged message, other times long conversations. He moved recently and is waiting for his internet to be hooked up, I am waiting for that so we can Skype. I don’t know if this is going to to just fizzle out at some point, if we are going to see each other again (I am game but I am unclear on his desire to do so) or if he is just humoring me because he knows that I care a lot about him. I don’t ask many questions about it because realistically he lives in another country, far away. He is human and has needs also. I am also human with needs but I have grown accustomed to taking matters into my own hands. Less hassle. Less heartbreak.

I have had a couple of meltdowns about this situation. I don’t want to play a fool here but I don’t want to not have him in my life. If I were not so chicken I would come out and ask him but seriously, why should I? Our situations at this time are such that he is not going anywhere from there nor am I. Also, I have learned to not ask questions when the answer could be the complete opposite of what I am hoping or expecting or prepared to hear. I would love for him to say, come see me. Or to find out he is coming back again. Or that he wants to go somewhere together on a trip. Am I dreaming in color? Who knows.

We have talked a lot since he left. The best talks were when I was in Cuba. He asked me when I fell in love with him. I don’t know if I am in love with him. What the hell does in love mean anyways? Have I ever really been in love? Probably once, when I met the guy I figured I’d marry. It’s very hard for me to let things just happen and express how I feel. Damn sometimes being an Aquarius sucks. I hope that my non-answers don’t hurt him. I told him that I don’t I have fallen quite yet. I am holding on for dear life so that I don’t because I am trying to be realistic. But it’s tough.

I am not really interested in looking for anyone here. But I have analyzed that fact intensively. I think that I am hanging on to this in part because if it does not go anywhere ever then I can blame it on the distance. I did the “exit survey” with him the week before he left, to see where I can improve…he thought I was nuts and that I don’t need to improve. He also said to me recently that I wanted it to end badly in a way so it would have been easier but it would not have been real. I know he has feelings for me but will I ever know what they are? Will I ever be able to pursue them in any real way? Time will tell. For now, things will remain in limbo, in cyberspace, and in my heart and mind. So much for my plan for a short-term, fun relationship that would end in April.

Far, far away

Technology is quite a thing. M. left on the 11th. I got to spend extra time with him both the night before he left and the day he left, as his flight was cancelled and he ended up spending the day here. I miss him. We do talk every day though. I love that technology keeps us connected. It may make things more difficult though in the long run. Look how long NYC M. has been in my life. Not that there has been any interaction in months between us, but still. I am looking forward to a Skype or a Facetime soon. Hopefully within the week, because one week from today, I am leaving for Cuba. This winter AND spring have been brutal. Cold, snowy, neverending awful weather. I need heat. I need sun. I need to be away from work. So, logically I am going to Cuba. Alone. Why not?

I just had a big fight with my mother who was telling me about a show she and my dad watched, something like Dateline, where a woman, alone of course, was killed on a trip to the Bahamas. She hates that I am going alone. I really, really want to move to the Caribbean, what the hell will she do if I do move??? She thinks I’d move to M.’s country but really, that is not my plan. I want to learn to speak Spanish fluently. I know it would be a quick learn for me. I have basic knowledge and can read and understand that. I also can understand some if people speak slowly. But all my mother can think of is that I am her daughter and that something could happen to me. Well, something could happen to me anywhere! Any day! I am 42 years old, live alone for the past 12 years. She said that I have no kids, I can’t understand. I responded with, thanks for rubbing my face in that. There is nothing here for me. Except for my family. If I can escape before my brother and his wife have a baby, then it will happen. I am ready to make a plan for it to happen. You only live once. Why am I still here, I ask myself that question daily. Some people love living on this little island. Not me. I am not even that excited about my job anymore. The people are not that genuine and I feel like no one is transparent or has my back. I don’t like feeling like that. I want to have a life that is interesting and fulfilling. A life with love also, not only family love. I am ready for it. Being with M. has made me feel like I can do it again.

Intentions don’t do anything, actions do. Just heard this. So my intention to move to a different island must become an action.

The end

Wow. M. came to the movies with me and little G. He also came to Easter dinner at my parents’ place. I was surprised but its probably because of G. who always said yes then flaked out. I know that M. is not that guy. But he is definitely one of a kind. He was here last night, and every night this week for supper except for one, and we went out to supper tonight, his treat. I am going to miss him a lot. I never thought he would fall madly in love with me, and I did not fall madly in love with him but it sure was nice to have a relationship that didn’t end badly. We were starting to get close but here we are at the end. Sigh. I had a pretty tough week. On Monday night he made a comment about home was calling him back and I broke down. He felt really bad and was apologizing but I told him that I got involved with him fully aware that he was leaving soon. I am a grown woman. I have been disappointed soooo many times. This is a little different because my expectations were not for long term. It doesn’t mean that I am not sad, because I am very sad. But I know that we will keep in touch. He is a wise, old soul and I appreciate the talks we had. It was good for me to not have to prove anything to him. It gives me hope that I can manage to have a relationship that can work.

He wants to take another course, so he may come back sometime for a few more months. What will my life or his be like by then? Who knows. I don’t even know if he’ll be able to come back. Time will tell. For now, I am going to continue to work on my weight. So far down 35 lbs…pretty good I have to say. I would never have met him if he had been here in the fall, when he was initially supposed to come. I told him so and I told him I was grateful for meeting him. He told me tonight he has feelings for me too but we are both realistic and I am sure he was not dating only me here, even though that hurts my feelings. I am not moving there, nor is he going to move here. He has opened a door for me to explore living in the Caribbean though. Step one is a solo vacation in May. And we shall see what step 2 is. And how our friendship lasts.

The end is near

M. is still here but the end is near. He is leaving in just over a week. In 11 days to be exact. Flight at 6 am. I was going to take him to the airport but we’d have to leave at 4 am. He is going to go with the group. It’s just starting to hit me now that he is soon going to be gone home. I am going to have to be strong when I see him this week. Tomorrow night we have plans and we will see each other on the weekend also. I also think I will see him the night before he leaves. I would love to see him more than that but that would make things harder. And he has friends and homework and studying. And I have G. who requested a sleepover Friday night. And Easter dinner Sunday. I invited him but he likely won’t come.

He is like me. Nerdy, Googles everything, loves sex. We have great chemistry. He makes me smile and laugh. He loves his kids. He asks me deep questions. He is sexy as hell, with the nicest ass I have ever seen naked. He is turned on by me. If he had come to town when he was supposed to, in the fall, we never would have met. Thank you Universe. I only wish it was not time for him to go already. I hope we stay in touch.

Up until yesterday, I had been waiting and waiting for my period to finally arrive. There was a possibility that M.’s super sperm had hit its target. Part of me was kind of hoping that it had hit its target. I was ready to face that consequence. We would have made a beautiful baby with green eyes and caramel skin. But I did not get to 42 years old with no children because I am fertile. Quite the opposite probably, since the times that the sperm was on the loose were during the supposed most fertile time of the cycle. Sigh. It’s not in my cards I guess. I have to let it go. Just like I have to let M. go. I knew it was for a short time when it started. And really it’s ok but I didn’t think it would be this hard when he left. And he’s still here for goodness sakes! I am going to be a mess next week.

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