The Tightly Wound Yuppie Insurance Worker

During the few days I didn’t hear from the Hippie Mechanic, I met this one on mingle2. (That would be the second week of September 2008). He is tall, dark hair, very handsome. He is also five years younger than me and still working on his first degree.

Our first date is at The Velvet Vine, a place that I have brought many a date to. I love the atomosphere, the decor, and hey- they got wine. We are getting a long very well, so I asked him over to my place. We decide to watch a movie, and of all things he wants to watch Enchanted. I love that movie, but I don’t picture it as the first choice for many men.

After the movie we start to get it on. Things go very well in this area and I asked him to spend the night. We didn’t get very much sleep, ’nuff said. In the morning we go to breakfast and I can tell he is hooked on me. No doubt about it. He is very open with his feelings, telling me how beautiful I am and how much he likes me. Plus he is so big I actually feel small and petite around this guy. Which I LOVE. After eating it’s back to my place for a little sumthin’ sumthin’.

The next day I called him to chat and I end up confessing that I am also seeing another guy. He said that he already knew that based on the condoms in the trash can. Note to self: make sure your guys flush instead of toss from now on. And empty your trash whenever you have a guest over. Anyway, he makes it apparent that he normally would just walk away, but that he likes me so much that he is going to pursue me. And for the next few days he does. All of this while the hippie is not calling, remember. While the insurance guy is so into me that I really started to get hooked on him. Finally the hippie calls. Now what I am going to do? I like them both! Neither one of then is going to be happy if I continue to see them both, and that will probably end with me being alone. (I’ve been down this road before.) I think things through, talk to both of them, talk to by best friend Amy, and event consult the most important judge of all: a slice of blueberry pie with cheddar melted on it.

Still no answers come, so I decide to go for the one that is pursuing me more actively. Seems a reasonable choice right? After all, he is responsible, attractive, well groomed, intelligent, sensitive and is great in bed. Little did I know that this would later translate into: anal retentive, conceited, prima donna, opinionated, overly sensitive and a non stop thinker. WHOA!! This one was freaky, yo.

He started to question every single thing about me. First I didn’t talk to him enough about myself, then suddenly I open up and he doesn’t like what I have to say. He constantly tells me that he is fine when he is actually pissed about something. He tells me that I don’t communicate well and that I am rude, yet he ends up calling me a bitch and saying “fuck you” when I decide I don’t want to argue by text. The funniest part of it all? He pushed and pushed at the beginning when he heard about the hippie guy, but suddenly he decides that he feels bad about not giving me the chance to see if I would click better with him instead. WTF?????

This and many other weird things continue to go on for a couple of days and I finally decide to break up with him. He is totally cool about the entire thing, telling me that he is already deleting my numbers from his phone. Four days go by and suddenly he is back, requesting to be my friend on MySpace, facebook, and in real life. WTF?????? Then he invites me to dinner with a friend and her boyfriend. He says he doesn’t want to be a third wheel. So his solution is to ask his ex girlfriend that he treated like shit? Then I get a text from him saying that he made a big mistake and that he wants me back. OMG, WTF?

I know that he could not possibly have changed in four days, and that he and I are too differenet in terms of our values to have a lifelong relationship together. So here I sit, between the yuppie and the hippie. You’d think the answer was simple, but here I am up at one o’clock in the morning for some reason. I have to be at work in seven hours, and I am going to be exhausted!

And the search continues…………

~ by scifibutterfly on September 21, 2008.