Saturday, February 7, 2004

Catharsis

As painful as Thursday (and the early morning Friday confrontation) was, I feel a great sense of relief right now. No more wondering what he means by stuff like "This is my confirmation period" and "If it's meant to be it will be and I'll be with you forever." I made him sit down and listen to how I've felt since he left and the thoughts that I've had. I don't know if he really heard me (somehow I doubt he did since he quit hearing me over a year ago), but for my sake of mind, I had to tell him.

Steven did say one thing, though, that shows me how little he really understands me. He told me that I am unwilling to give him the time he needs to make his decision (to be or not to be with me, if you'll pardon the lame Shakespearian pun). This is just not true. I would have been happy to give him time, but him sleeping with another person changes everything.

As I said before, he's the only man I've ever been with. Sex is important to me and the fact that he's already banging someone else is something that I will never be able to forget (I actually told Christine this when we went out to dinner a few weeks ago).

Actually, I may have been able to forget it and let it go, but since it took place in the bed that we bought together (I still remember how excited I was that we were looking at furniture together. How special and loved I felt that he actually cared about how I liked the matress), I will never be able to forget that. Maybe I should be able to, but I don't think I can. With that, he burned any bridge that he may have had with me.

So, I slept for about fifteen hours Friday and went out to the local country and western club were I saw a lot of new and old friends. I danced with four or five incredible dancers plus some not-so-good ones, but I had a pretty damn good time and I feel a lot better. I've got a date tonight, so I guess I should go get some sleep.

As always, I want to thank everyone on here for their continued support. Maybe it's sad that it's taken me this long to really put Steven behind me, but part of what makes me who I am is the way that I love someone - completely, fiercely, and with all my heart and soul. I wouldn't be the person that I am if I didn't and I know that being that way makes me hang on for longer than I should. Some times, though, you just have to be who you are and handle it as you can.

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Friday, February 6, 2004

Finite

It is over.

Tonight I went over and confronted Steven after three months of him dodging the question of why we broke up and if we have a chance of maybe working something out. Since he's already fucking someone else, the answer to that is a resounding no. Believe it or not, in my whole life, he's the only person that I've ever slept with and this, on top of his betrayal of ending our six year relationship without even attempting to fix things, is the end of anything that we could have salvaged from it.

I liked him very much and I loved him very much and when he told me at Christmas time that the more people he met, the more he could see we had in common and the more he realized how much he loved me and missed me, I had such strong hopes that we would be able to fix whatever it was that was wrong with us. Apparently, though, most of that was just drunken ramblings, so I shouldn't have taken it to heart. But you know what? After six years of waiting to hear all of that, that's exactly what I did. I knew that we were going to get back together again and that we could fix things. However, since Steven doesn't want to even give this a chance, I guess I was just an idiot. I'm beginning to think, though, that the whole time I was with him I was an idiot. He's shallow and not very good at being there for someone, so why the fuck would I want to be with him anyway?

I can - and will - do so much better than him. I hope some day he realizes there's more to a person than how they look. And I hope then he truly realizes what he threw away.

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Thursday, February 5, 2004

Serious Moonlight

Listening to the WinAmp on random (as always) and David Bowie's "Let's Dance," one of my favorites, came on. The phrase "serious moonlight" that's used a few times in the song is just such an evocative image to me. Isn't it a great turn of phrase?

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Wednesday, February 4, 2004

Discovery

So, as you all probably know by now, I've lost about forty pounds since last year. While going through some old pictures I found, I came across one of me getting ready to go to my senior prom (scanned and shared for your pleasure). I figured my prom dress was still around, so I went and looked in my old closet and, sure enough, there it was. You know what's a nice feeling? Fitting into your prom dress ten years later.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2004

Winner!

I just got done with a ten player $11 poker tournament that I somehow managed to come back and get first place for $50. It got down to me and one really erratic player which kind of bothered me since I was having problems putting him on hands.

On one hand I got pocket kings, so I didn't raise before the flop hoping instead to trap him and double up. The flop came jack, eight, nine rainbow so when he bet I raised him hoping he didn't have the straight. He reraised me all in and turned his cards to show a ten-five offsuit. The turn came a queen, giving him the nut straight (that's the problem with slow-playing; sometimes it can really hurt you). I realized, though, that if one of the remaining tens were to hit, I would have the straight to the king, beating him. Sure enough, the river was a ten, doubling me up and putting me back in the tournament.

I had a few more lucky hands and then, on the last hand of the tournament, I played king-eight suited in the small blind. He reraised, but since he was almost all in, I figured I might as well see the flop. The flop came five, two, and eight, giving me the top pair. He bet and I raised him all in. I then caught an eight on the turn, giving me the winner.

Bet that guy was pissed that I came back and won it. Just goes to show why they say all you need is a chip and a chair to win.

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Give Me a T-H-E-M-E!

If I was to do the winter Burn It (my seasonal CD swap. You can view all related entries, including rules and such, here) in the next few weeks, what would be a good theme? Last spring was driving music, summer was "hot" music (sexy music, basically), and fall was Free For All Fall where there was no theme (and those that were in my group, I still need to mail your CDs out; I know, I suck). What's a good winter one? I had envisioned doing a kind of melancholy mix, but I'm just not in the mood for it. So, come on and give me some good ideas! (Btw, it doesn't necessarily have to relate to winter, but it can.)

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Monday, February 2, 2004

E-Mail Bests

Eatmail put together a top ten list of some of the most widely e-mailed video clips of 2003. A few of them were only mildly entertaining, but the top three were the best, especially the "BJ - Priceless" one.

(Link courtesy of Darren.)

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Sunday, February 1, 2004

Whisper in My Ear

My date last night with D's friend was wonderful. We went to dinner, played pool for a couple of hours, and then sat and talked for another hour or so.

There was only one problem: Sometime between Friday evening and Saturday morning I lost my voice. I can barely speak above a whisper, though occasionally I can get back to the sexy scotch and cigarette voice for a sentence or two. One of the managers where we ate last night (really nice lady that I see all the time) actually brought me a little bowl of hot honey with lemon and lime in it when she heard me talk.

My date was a really good sport about it (I even brought a notepad and a pen in case it was too hard to hear me) and we both enjoyed ourselves despite my being so hoarse. Hopefully by the time he calls back this week, I'll actually be able to talk to him.

I was going to head out today for a Super Bowl thing, but decided to stay home in hopes that no talking and no drinking would give my throat a rest. Let's hope that my voice comes back soon or I know of at least one date that I'll have to cancel!

.: 214 words at 07:06 PM in Fish Tales, ";print substr($entry_cats, 0, -2); ?> :: Link :: Pings (0) :: All the Voices Say... (2) :.

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