And Then Along Came Marty: Hello and Goodbye!

Woah!  As I am dealing with this so-called heartbreak with Robbie...

Along comes Marty...

Who the hell is Marty, you ask?  Well, he is one of the sweetest and truly the funniest men I know.

He fits all the criteria.  He's older.  He's absolutely hot and on the inside he is still such a kid and I love that in him. 

Well, it was nice running into Marty on Skype last night.  Only to find out that Marty, who has been out of work for the last 8 months, finally landed a job...

In England.

To be continued...

Breaking Up With Robbie, Again: "It's so hard to say goodbye on Easter Day"

Of course, I was a bit wishy-washy.  I know.  Some part of me wants to hang on.  Some part of me still feels like there is hope.  I dunno why.  I mean, my pride says to cut this jerk loose but my heart melts when I see him (which I did briefly on Saturday) and when I hear his voice and see his smile.  Maybe I need to remind myself that the Devil smiles, too.  Something about Robbie just wont let me go...or is that vise-versa?

It's so hard to say goodbye on Easter Day.

I decided I had enough of the flaking out.  I've had enough of the unkept promises. 

Dearest Robbie, I am done...?

So, I wrote you the following email to say goodbye...again.

 

From: Chibrannigan<blah-blah@blah.com>;
To:  robbieblah@blah.com<robbieblah@blah.com>;
Subject: Dearest Robbie

Sent: Sun, Apr 24, 2011 5:41:07 AM

Dearest Robbie, I have been thinking about you the past few weeks and I know that you're in an odd situation. I miss you dearly and I think that you are one of the funniest men I have ever met. You make me laugh and I love that about you. There are so many wonderful qualities about you. You're a caring and giving and kind person and such a sweetheart. I miss you terribly and I want nothing more than to have you for myself. If you look back over the time that we have been together, you would see that I have enjoyed all of my time with you. My sweetheart, I really have fallen for you and having said all that I realize that you're in a sticky situation but it is this situation that you are in is keeping us apart. I am not making you the bad guy for your choices. I understand that you have to make choices for yourself but do you really think that we can carry on a relationship under these conditions? [YEAH, LIKE YOUR EX-WAS TO TEMPORARILY STAY WITH YOU AND NOW SHE WON'T LEAVE!]  I mean I have tried so many times over the past several weeks to simply see you in the morning and meet up for coffee.  All of them have fallen through except for one. It seems like it is stressing you too much to be able to give both of us the attention that we need. Again, I am not making you the bad guy. I understand but you do have choices to make. Only one of us can exist in your life its either her or me and at this point I feel like you have to choose being with her. It does break my heart. It does 100 percent but I don't know what I can do about that and I don't know what you can do about it. What are your thoughts? [TOTALLY WISHY-WASHY HERE, I COULD FEEL MY KNEES BUCKLE.  I SIMPLY DON'T WANT TO LET GO. WHERE IS MY HEAD???]

My thoughts are you have to figure out what you're gonna do for yourself and that is the most important thing of it all. My feelings for you will not fade. I still want to kiss you and make out with you but I don't think it's fair for you to not be real with yourself. You have to be real with yourself, Robbie. Do you have enough time to have a relationship with me and be there for her? From what I have seen, you don't. From what I have seen, you can't because there's been so many times over the past few weeks you have flaked out on meeting up with me. And again, I understand it but it does hurt. What do you suppose we do? What do you suppose can be done under the circumstances? I am open to discussing this more but I will tell you that it's hurting my feelings a lot when you make promises that you can't keep. You must understand how I'm feeling on my end! Take a look at it from my point of view, I have a very handsome guy that I care very much for but he's in a situation that is taking him away from me and its breaking my heart. I hope to talk to you when you can have a conversation for more than five minutes. Love you lots, Chi

UPDATE!!!!


I fell off the wagon and sent Robbie a text this morning then we spoke on the phone.  I wanted to confirm that he got the email.
He said he did NOT get the email. 

I said, "Well, that explains why we're talking right now!"
He wants to meet up for coffee later today.


Like a lollipop or sucker, I said yes.  We shall see.

Is There Room For A "Marry-Thon" In The Future?

Is there a Thon in the future?

Thon is as delicious as ever and we met for an impromptu lunch last Wednesday.  It's always good to see his smiling face and to talk to him.  Of course, we had "lunch" so there wasn't much talking.  But there is a strange connection between us.  I mean, we are perfectly happy where we are in our relationship, if you want to call it that.  Is that weird?  I mean, I don't want a more in-depth relationship with Thon.  Not that he's not a great guy, it's just that what we have is just right.  I got a little nervous when he asked me if I wanted more of a relationship with him.

Gulp.  Ummm...No, Thon.  Gosh, that sounds so weird.  I guess, Thon and I would be the perfect roomies.  I would expect nothing more from him than what I get and nothing more is expected of me than what I give.  Sounds a bit like perfection.  What we have is the best relationship with a man that I have had in many years.  I can actually enjoy being in his company without all the emotional bubblegum sticking us together.  I truly want to know how to be able to apply that line of thinking with Jack and Robbie. 

I'm just fine being the bridesmaid.

Later, Thon and I followed up on the topic of our relationship.  We both agree that we shouldn't try to fix what is not broken or put our relationship in some sort of kooky social box.  It is what it is and what it is...we are happy with.

Short and Sweet: Cutting Off Robbie

I know for sure that I do not have the word "dumb" stamped on my forehead.  I also know that Robbie knows that I am not blind to what's REALLY going on.  Poor Robbie.  He tried to pull the wool over my eyes but I pulled it down and knitted that wool into a sweater.  It's a beautiful sweater with the tag on the inside reading, "Oh, by the way...this wool came from some lame ass who thought I wouldn't figure out that his ex-girlfriend is back to stay forever and ever."

My adventures with Robbie are coming to a close and I am closing them.  Marina aka Cruella De Vil is still in his lair...or maybe I should rephrase that...

Robbie and Marina are back together.  I don't want to hear his sob stories about how he feels he has to take care of her.  She was supposed to be leaving a week ago and within that week of her NOT leaving, Robbie has flaked out on me 5 times.

Waiting around for Robbie totally ruined my weekend.  We were supposed to have lunch, then meet the next day for dinner.

Robbie's way of flaking out is to simply not respond to text.  I know Robbie well enough that his phone is super glued to his hand and that he checks his phone like I check my makeup...very often.

I ran into Robbie once this weekend and we were supposed to hang out after he got off from work.   Well, we know how that turned out.

Now, all of his complaints about Marina are falling on deaf ears.  He is in the situation he wants to be in.  He wants to be with her because he IS with her.  It's his choice. He did not have to let her come back to his place, but he did.  He does not have to take care of her, but he does.  And with that choice, I am outtie.

Robbie doesn't have to stand up and declare that he is back with Marina.  It's shows in all of his actions.  The sneaking he does to text or call me.  The RARE times he texts or call me anymore since Marina has been back.  He feels he has to "hide" me from Marina.  Why?  I know why.  I got the message.  Right, Robbie?

Hiding my existence from your ex- and seriously not staying in touch the way he has are relationship violations that I can't entertain any longer.

I am glad that he made the decision that he's made before I became more emotionally involved with him.
Don't get me wrong.  Robbie is a nice guy who is just sloppy at balancing things in his life.  He is also sloppy with the truth. 

Marina, you can have Robbie back.  You won't have me interrupting your future together.

Funny thing is...I'm not even upset.

He's lucky.  I'm not the type to go 'Scream 4' all over his ass.

Let's Hear It For The Boys: Jack, Thon, Robbie and James!

Boys Boys Boys...

It must be spring because boys are just falling out of the woodwork.  I must say I have had my hands full.  First, there is always Jack who has disappeared from my radar, but not out of my heart.  Then my favorite lunch dish, Thon.  Thon and I had an exciting lunch last Friday.  Totally delicious lunch, Thon...(More about that later!)

Then, Robbie has just been a sweetheart.  I mean, he flaked out on me a couple of days in a row because of his Marina aka 'Cruella De Vil' situation, but we finally met for a quick coffee this morning.  Then, who decides to give me a ring when he came to town?  James.

Who is James, you ask?

James is one of those wonderfully sexy guys that I met without having ever met in person... until today.  Not to mention...he is so young, I feel like a cougar!

Oh boy, we have some catching up to do, don't we.

Here's to the boys!  Jack, Thon, Robbie and James. 

Drama in Paradise: Robbie's Ex Is Back To Wreak Havoc

Just when you think it's safe to date a guy...

Robbie and I have been seeing one another for a few weeks now.  We just hang out, drink coffee at local cafes, shop together on our smart phones and simply relax.

It has been a wonderful ride with Robbie.  We have not slept together and I simply love being in his company and what's more, he loves being in my company.  He makes me feel wanted, welcome and appreciated.

All was well until Monday 4/4/11.  Robbie and I met for coffee in the afternoon after we both ran some personal errands.  When I got to the coffee shop, he was sitting outside on the cafe patio listening to music on his phone.  He stood up to hug me and told me that he just got there.  That was evident by the fact that he wasn't sipping on coffee.

He asked if I wanted coffee and that was a serious no-brainer, of course I did.  He stood to go inside to buy our coffee drinks but I stopped him, simply took his card and volunteered to go inside and purchase our coffee drinks.

After grabbing our "joes" I sat down and simply took inventory on his behavior.  Robbie want acting strangely, but something was a-miss.  My senses were tingling.  "What's up?", I casually asked.  "Well...", he began, "I have something I want to tell you and I don't want you to freak out on me."

GULP!  The back of my throat became sticky and dry.  I felt like I wanted to run, scream and punch him in the face all at the same time.

"What is it?" I replied. 

Stop right here.

Now, I was preparing myself for the worst and most people would.  Rightfully so.  But I tried with all my being to keep an interested expression on my face.  I know how to do that, you know.  I practice in the mirror.  It's a better  than the "I want to run, scream and punch him in the face all at the same time" expression.

"Marina is coming back to stay with me for a week."

Marina is the ex-girlfriend of 7 years who went to live with a couple as an live in housekeeper several months ago, yet the day after she moved in with the family, she broke her leg.  Although Marina still lives with the family, she is coming back to Robbie's place while the family takes a vacation, thus not leaving Marina alone to care for herself.

According to Robbie, Marina has no family worth their weight in used carpet.  No one wants to have her stay with them.  She is certainly not a people person.  From what I am told, she would rival Cruella De Vil in a wheelchair with steel rods in her leg.

Here is bleeding heart Robbie there to take in the strays.  Why does the stray have to be his ex?

To be con't...