I am still learning how to be on my own again. I guess it will probably take a long time, but I have no choice. As much as I would love to meet someone, preferrably a good friend, but even having a reliable, trustworthy lover would be nice. I guess I am just not ready.
It was pretty hard being on my own for those four years after leaving Mia and staring up with Bele. I can do alot of things very well, but dating isn't one of them. It was a hard, lonely stretch. I will have to tell you about some of those stories someday as many of them are damn funny.
I know I am doing the right thing by not being with Bele anymore. I do miss her sometimes, but miss her less and less all the time. Those nights where she was drinking were so bizzare that most of you would never even believe it.... but, I will probably share some of those stories with you too.
Who am I? A nice guy, reasonably good looking, smart, funny, goofy, very sensitive, big hearted, and sometimes stubborn, but am pretty much the average guy. But... I have alot of stories over my years. Some will make you laugh, some will being you a warm smile, some will out and out make you cry, but each are very entertaining. My life has been just full of interesting stuff since day one and over time, you may just hear a bunch of them.
A teaser you say? Ah... ok.. just one. Let me tell you one of my funniest and bizzare dating stories from many moons ago.
Her name was Karla. I had been going through a phase of meeting women online and many of the ones I was meeting were like instant pudding. Add a little water, shake and poof... full on, yummy pudding in no time. Quick and easy. Those relationships were full on in days and rarely lasted more than three weeks before stuff went weird, and Karla proved to be no exception.
We met online and hit it off immediately and were completely enjoying each others company. She was a cute 5'8" woman with a great face and nice smile... hips and butt were kinda big, but who i am to judge.
Those first three weeks were awesome until one day..... She turns to me and says, "You know.. I have thinking Rob.". "Un-huh", I replied with a interested and warm smile. "You know how religion is important to me but not very important to you.". "Un-huh", again I replied, but now the warm smile was starting to slighly move to a cautious smile. "I have starting to read the bible again, and I have decided we can't do this, and this, and this and this.". "Un-huh", I again replied but now the smile is making complete confusion. I am always eager to be a complete gentleman, so I continued to listen and try not to show much reaction. "And... I want you to come to church with me next Wednesday". Well... what do I say, not interesting in goign...but "Un-huh".
So... I went to church with her on Wednesday. It was a strange and amazing experience. Now, I am not a religious man, but always appreciate and respect everyones ideas, thoughts and passions. This was a small church with only around 40 members that night. It reminded me of tv footage I had seen when for churchs in the deep south. Everyone was singing, crying, hands in the air and completely entranced. The energy, commitment and passion in the air was truly remarkable and I loved it. Not so much that I agreed with their words, but loved their energy and conviction. The air was truly magnetic.
So.... when I left the church with Karla, she was very excited that I was in such awe and exctited about the unique experience. Not wanting to go back personally, just loved the fact that I had experienced somethign so new and powerful. Immediately Karla stated that she wanted to go three times per week and wanted me to go to. I really didn't want to go, but I am a big softie who has trouble saying no and considering my current enthused state, how could I argue a "no".
Sunday came again and away we went again. But this time.. .it all started going a bit strange. To this very day, I will never understand how it happened, but before I left, I had 10 or so people including the minister, putting their hands on my body, crying, raising one hand to the sky and saying things like "Help Rob see the way", "Help him become one of us", "Help him see the way".
OMG!!!!!! Sheer terror. When I got out of there, I was completely shelled shocked and unsure what do say, do or anything. Karla sees the complete insecurity and surprise in my face and asks whats wrong. Through strange, sub human, instinctual strength, I say to her "I don't think this is what I want. I don't want to go back.". Without missing a beat, Karla says that its just the devil holding me back from her and from the church. We must fight the devil and continue on. I now know I have to get out of this relationship with confidence. But the more I started to say that this is not what I wanted, the more Karla fought back.
She brought out the big guns too. She bought me a beautiful, gold embossed bible, starts bring over all sorts of other literature and having her minister email and call me. The more she pushed, the harder I tried to tell her we were done and this not what I wanted. This push and pull hell went on for a few weeks and even at one point, she tells me that she had a dream from god that we were married, playing instruments and leading the congregation....AHHHHHH!!!!!! Run Forrest (err. Rob), Run.!!!!!
Finally, nearing complete emotional exhaution, I needed a new plan. All I could think about was all the other dating stories and kept saying to myself, "Can't I just find a nice quite Saskatchewan girl, who I can settle down with? How do I magically attract these complete bizzare women? I took the day off from work that Wednesday, and went through spells of thinking to crying to amazement and finally found an answer.
Karla called me after work that day and she knew I was not doing well and came right over after work. I had to speak to her in her words.
"Karla", I said. "Un-huh", she replied. "I have had a very hard day today and have been in reflection and thought all day". "Un-huh", she replies, now with her warm smile turning to concern. "I have been talking to God today and after discussing it with him, we realized I can not be a member of my your church as my path is in a different direction. You mentioned that if I couldnt' be a member of your church, that it would be a real problem for us to be a couple".
To semi-paraphrase Bill Cosby, it was like her head split in two. Fire came out of her eyes and ears. Horns suddenly appeared her face gave way to the very devil himself. Complete with a fast paced barrage of words, actions and furry. "You can't speak to god, you haven't even read his book", "The devil has a solid hold on you" and "Your a sick, cursed individual" spewed with a barrage of other words and phrases.
She stomped around my house, picking up the literature, books, misc stuff and stormed out of my house and life forever. Wow... It worked.... again... why can't I just met a nice quiet, non religious, girl from Saskatchewan.
LOL.... Strange but true.... and I have tons of other stories to share. Keep posted and find out what story I have for you next.
Rob
Feb 21, 10
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