Being Mad at Garth
Years ago Garth Brooks’ ex-wife was kidnapped and held hostage by a man she briefly dated after her divorce. I remember thinking “She must have been so mad at Garth†when I first heard the story. If he had just been faithful and stayed married she wouldn’t have been out dating in the first place.
This weekend the guy I have been seeing told me he didn’t want to continue dating. Given my many reservations about how young he seems for his already younger-than-me age, this isn’t earth shattering. He definitely lives like a frat boy, and I figured the scheduling “difficulties†we were having were either youth and inconsiderateness or a passive break up. I wasn’t even sure it was worth a conversation. I debated initiating either my own passive break up or an actual break up.
In the end, though, I thought about how rarely I meet someone I actually want to connect with over meals and quiet moments, and I decided that it was worth a conversation. I even mentally came to the conclusion that if he just needed some time to get used to the idea of dating – something he’s never really done before – I was okay with that. He has the bones of a good man, and I have proven time and again that I can give a guy plenty of time to fill them in with muscle and flesh.
One of the things I had to come to terms with to make my decision was that I won’t force him (or anyone) to change. If we dated for a while and he became more comfortable with dating and showed an interest in the things I was interested in, great. If not, I would have had to end things anyway.
So I wasn’t envisioning happily ever after. I was envisioning getting to know him better so I could decide how much potential we had for dating seriously. But that was still serious enough to trigger monogamy and respect for his time and all of the things that go along with that whole state of being.
But he wasn’t. His only explanation – and I didn’t push him for one – was that it was more than he wanted right now. When he asked me if I wanted a serious relationship I said yes. Because what I want at this stage in my life is to find someone I can be serious about. Maybe it would have been more honest to give him the lengthy explanation, but it didn’t seem worth the effort. We parted on a good note.
And then I got mad. But not at him. I got mad at my personal Garth Brooks. If things had worked out with him I wouldn’t have to be dating right now. I wouldn’t have to be going through all of this getting-to-know-you crap. I wouldn’t still be looking for someone who lights me up the way he used to light me up. I know how rarely I even come close to sparking with someone. Tonight, for the first time, it occurred to me I might not ever find someone else.
It sucks. And I am so mad at a guy who barely did anything wrong and so sad about a boy I barely know.
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about 11 years ago
UGH!!!! Miss Amy, I just want to hug you right now and lay in bed with you and eat ice cream or smoke weed or both. If you and I were both lesbians, I would be totally into you and we would have a serious monogamous relationship. We would be like Annie Lebowitz and Susan Sontag, except we would adopt babies instead of concieving in a petri dish. I love you and I don’t know why in the hell you listen to country music anyway. It’s s*** music.
about 11 years ago
make room in that bed for me.
about 11 years ago
All of what you wrote I know and have felt but in a different sense. My anger is now gone and has been gone for a long time—so I think yours will go away too.
I was thinking about big waves coming up and not having the energy or want to swim through them. Floating is ok but then you wonder how long you will float and wonder if the energy will come back to try and swim again. Somewhere there is an island that will be perfect for you. Swim a little. Float a little. Or maybe a cruise ship will cross your path.
I say after we get done all eating ice cream and laying in the bed we all go to the beach for a swim.
about 11 years ago
I like that Jodi. We should go swimming at the beach or just go to the beach.