Reigniting an old flame leads to getting burned again June 5, 2009
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Can reigniting an old flame lead to anything other than getting burned again? A few blog entries ago, I introduced EJ, a younger, less experienced love interest that came into my life like a sparking flame. We were both instantly drawn to one another and things were going fairly normal, until the dirty laundry started airing. His ex, Lady A, seemed to still be in the picture, and several words were exchanged between the three of us, all leading to the inevitable. EJ and I were no longer seeing each other.
Several months came and went, and he still managed to keep up with my whereabouts through mutual friends of ours. We’d even had our share of encounters while he was out with his girlfriend Lady A, awkward, but I held my head up high, and kept what was left of my dignity.
A couple of weeks ago, EJ came up in a conversation amongst mutual friends of him and mine. They mentioned he and Lady A were no longer together. I didn’t ask any questions, and pretended as though I hadn’t heard that part of the conversation. Despite all the damage EJ had caused me, and the less than friendly words that were exchanged, I have to admit I felt sorry for him. I forewarned him that his toxic relationship with Lady A would never go back to what it used to be, and I really hated to say, “I told you so” but I did tell him it would play out like it did.
A few days later, his best friend LS called me very late. As soon as I saw his number on my caller ID, my heart skipped a beat because I knew he was calling me to give me an update on EJ’s love life. Just as I assumed, that was LS’s reason for calling. We talked a bit, and he asked me to hold on for a second while he went to the kitchen for another drink. He set the phone down, and I heard rumbling in the background, then silence. Suddenly, I could hear the phone being picked up again, and to my surprise, LS was no longer on the other end, EJ was. He said hello, and I knew it was EJ right away. I can honestly say my heart began to beat at the speed of light.
I remained quiet at first, but eventually said hello. I did what I did not want to do again…. I opened up the flood gates of communication. He asked how I had been, said he missed me, and apologized for all the pain he’d caused me. Very apologetic, and honest, I told him I’d forgiven him; otherwise, I would have never been able to move on with my life. He asked if we could meet up for dinner on Saturday, and I turned the offer down. He began to text again, and I couldn’t help but blame myself for this. Had I not continued to talk to him, the lines of communication would of not reopened. Most importantly, the old flame wouldn’t have reignited. There is an old saying, “where there was once a fire, ashes remain,” and I have to say that saying genuinely applies to us. It’s that attraction that remains there that keeps us wanting to see one another time and time again.
Against my own will, I gave in and agreed to see EJ for dinner. The chemistry was still there, and the fire seemed to reignite. For a little bit now, we’ve been in contact, but I know now that I cannot allow myself to become emotionally attached to EJ. He doesn’t exactly have a good track record when it comes to being 100% honest, but truth be told, we both enjoy each other’s company, conversations, not to mention the fact that we laugh at each other’s jokes, and enjoy so many of the same things. Although EJ and Lady A are no longer together, I couldn’t help but wonder if this is going to continue being his trend. Would he always run back to me when his relationships went sour? Would I always be there to pick up the broken pieces of his heart?
As much as it pains me to admit, I know what needs to be done from my end. I need to let it burn. Let this old flame burn out, and continue with my progress, otherwise I will continue to waste valuable time on EJ that could be used towards my focus on finding myself. I am ready to fall…. in love that is, but this time around, when I fall, I want that special someone to be there to catch me. I look forward to finding love again, and finding someone who will be equally crazy about me, as I will be about him.
~Sometimes you make decisions you do not want to do, but in the end, it turns out to be the right choice after all.
Question of the day: What do you do when you see your ex? June 5, 2009
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Okay so you just broke up or you haven’t seen him for ages but there is something about your ex that envokes a feeling or a reaction. It maybe a pleasant reaction about puppy love or a flash memory of feeling not so sexy.
Now imagine if you saw him buying an engagement ring…for someone else.
Thats today’s question of day. Click and answer away!
When no means no or when a bug-a-boo doesn’t get it. June 1, 2009
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Talking to Gal Pal D is always fun and an education.
I live vicariously through her since, you know, I have no love life. So I just listen to how hers is going.
A week ago, her love life resembled a song that I know. Maybe you’ve heard of it?
Let’s call D’s bug-a-boo BB-J (this is a public blog after all)
Anyway, BB-J uses their mutual friend to send her updates on him. The latest is that he broke up with his girlfriend, the same he cheating with my Girl Pal D with. The drama was intense. I believe a three way phone call was involved.
So my girl D responded to the last communication with a matter-of-fact “So”.
That should have ended the craziness. That should have been enough of a message to BB-J to stop being a … well, you know.
Sigh. But it wasn’t. He called her. Like HE called HER.
They had a one sided conversation with him apologizing profusely for what happened and my Gal Pal D was not having anything to do with it.
“So what did he say?” I asked.
“Just apologizing and asking that I forgive him.”
“What did you say?”
“That I did forgive him because if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be able to move on.”
“So how long was he on the phone with you?”
“Three hours.”
“What? Three hours!”
“I wanted to waste his time like he wasted mine.”
Wow. I never would have thought of that but that’s my girl D for ya.
SNC Question and post of the day: What do you find attractive in a mate? May 6, 2009
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This is a toughy but a goodie. What makes you sit up and take notice. Is it their eyes? Sense of humor? How they look in their jeans?
Click on the anwser below or write in your own answer.
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Guest blog: You can’t have it your way May 6, 2009
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By Melody Grey
his isn’t Burger King and you can’t have it your way’
I felt like saying every time I would finally get to speak to K. If he hadn’t flashed that smile and if he didn’t have that brain I might have been able to. Unfortunately for me, I’m a sucker for smart and funny; add good looking, and I’m a mess.
Oh and a mess he made me! He was a crisp dollar bill put in the hands of an eager five year-old at the candy aisle. I could picture how far we could go together. A man that could talk politics and was a self-admitted geek but oozed the sex appeal of a hundred men. Our lengthy conversations dripped with sarcasm, wit, creativity and oh-so-sexy undertones. When it started we would talk every night. Then, not so often. Then when I’d call I’d go to voicemail. Eventually, if I sent a text or call I’d have to wait a couple of days for a reply. So there I was, texting back every time the rare occasion arose when I’d see a message from him, longing to spend time with him, inviting him to places, to lunch, to dinner, to watch me fold my sexy under things—anything that would get me in the proximity of his charm and wit. A love sick puppy? A love struck teenager? NO! I was 30 yrs (plus) and here I was pining away for K.
I couldn’t pin it down. What was it that had me in this uncontrollable spin? I tried to stop craving a morsel of him. Nothing worked. Then one day it happened. It ALL stopped. I wondered if it had been me. No, he said it he liked to be ‘chased’ too. When I had invited him places it hadn’t been overbearing, even if it was more chasing than I had ever done I’d made sure I didn’t look desperate. It ran it consistently in the background of my thoughts for weeks and wondered where the interest had gone. But I was determined that if he kicked me out of his life so easily that I would be stronger than this, this THING. And just when I thought I’d never hear from K again…
The text read, ‘what you doing?’ ‘What you doing?’…hmmm What you doing?! WHAT YOU DOING?!?! Like we had just spoken a few hours ago? Like we had just spent an afternoon together? Like it hadn’t been months since he’d dropped out? Like I was really going to answer? But I did. I could kick myself but the memories of the time we spent ‘together’ were so overpowering. So it started back up, his calls and messages and e-mails. And I was dizzy and giddy and loved it. At our ‘first’ meeting I wondered if his lips would be as soft as before, as if somehow time had eroded the luscious plumpness off his face. There I was in the same trap, the same hole. I went through the motions, went to his place, stayed two feet away from him, stayed focused on the movie, and stayed determined to leave when the movie ended. Undoubtedly, I stayed way too late.
In painfully slow motion I finally saw his body inch towards me, my heart careening off track. “YES! YES!’ I thought. ‘NO! STOP!” I said. Did my lips betray me? Was that really me? It couldn’t have been. My lips were mouthing something my heart didn’t understand. ‘This isn’t Burger King and you CAN’T have it your way,’ they said. I walked out of that apartment alone, not having felt his kiss again. Instead, I felt that as painful as it was, I was me again. A woman who has learned that just because the crisp five dollar bill can get me a lot of sugar and I want it, doesn’t mean I should have it. I didn’t want that sick feeling in my stomach afterward.
