You may have noticed that the frequency of my posts have slowed quite a bit the last month or so. Is it because I’ve been frolicking in the joy that is summer? Is it because I’ve been trapped under something heavy and have only have enough battery power in my laptop that forces me to blog only once a week in order to conserve energy?
Surprisingly, no.
I have been somewhat hesitant to write about my life as of late because, frankly, I didn’t want to jinx anything. For the same reason, I’ve only talked about it with a few people. So, much of what I did in relationships pasts, I’ve held off on doing this time around. The hope being that if I did it different this time around, it might yield a different result. But despite my attempts to avoid this “one” going down in a ball of flames like his predecessors, it seems the curse upon me is so fucking unbreakable that there isn’t a damn thing I can do to free myself from it.
I’ve been (or I guess it’s probably appropriate to use the past tense now… I was) seeing someone for the last month or so. From the beginning things were great. We had so much in common with regards to our beliefs, values, tastes, etc., that it was almost scary. There was serious chemistry, both mentally and physically.
There are a lot of details about what happened that I could go into at this point, but it doesn’t really matter. Because the most important thing… the kicker… is that despite everything going great, it looks as if this relationship is ending EXACTLY like my former.
What are the odds? What are the fucking odds that this relationship would end in EXACTLY the same way that my former one did? With NO explanation! They just vanish. And just like last time, the words I hear before they depart are super sweet. This time it was a text that read “Good morning. I’ve been thinkin’ about you.” followed by a phone call in which he told me he’d call me in an hour.
Yeah, you guessed it, it’s been longer than an hour.
I just can’t believe that this is happening to me again! And I know what you’re thinking… What is it that I’m doing to drive these men away!
A very good question. But when I go over everything in my head, the answer is: Nothing I tell you! At least not in the obvious ways. I am nice, fun, laid back, don’t put any pressure on them, don’t have the “relationship” talk, don’t call or text unless it’s in response, etc.
Therefore, the only possible answers are that, 1) I am indeed cursed, 2) God really isn’t very fond of me, 3) I have the worst jerk radar and manage to find the nicest assholes in all of Salt Lake Valley, or 4) they really are all evil. Whatever the answer, once again my little stupid shiveled-up, gangrened heart is broken, and I’m left here alone wondering how, why, and what I did to deserve this.