Moral of the story: My powers are strong. I am woman; hear me roar. And watch your heart.Monday, 9:30 p.m.
Here’s the story of me pulling out all the stops and making a guy say he loves me after one date. First here’s the date. Then here’s the follow-up where he asked me to reconsider not dating a married guy. Here’s where he texted more and said he cried. I have just realized that I did not finish writing this story.
Gracious. So this was five weeks ago.
He texted back and said he understood and that if we didn’t learn from our experiences we’d be fools. He gave all the reasons why he couldn’t leave his wife, even though I was not asking him to leave. I had just stated that his excuses were moot points, that people leave in much worse circumstances than his. Mine for example. Then he said:
“I have been on dates with a couple of other women on Coffee Meets Bagel. The married thing is a deal breaker. I don’t understand that. I suppose they, and you, do not want to be the other woman– the one who stole another woman’s man.
If I ever meet a married woman who wanted to date, my reaction would be that she is missing something from the husband. If I could provide that something, I would not care that she was married.
I think you need time to complete the separation from your last relationship. Your heart and mind need to heal. If it is alright with you, I’d like to text you in a couple of months to see how you are doing.
Since Sunday, I’ve been on an emotional high. I have had extra physical energy. I told someone that I missed him. I talked to a young man with his son at a coffee shop. I took a picture for a young woman and her daughter. I’ve treated everybody in a kinder, gentler way.
I know all of that came from feeling someone else loved me and who enjoyed spending time with me. I used to think that love at first sight did not exist. After you first walked into Harry’s our eyes locked. Our hands touched. For about three seconds I could not move or think. I saw a woman who was beautiful, was searching for something and liked what she saw in me. Our remaining time solidified the first three seconds.
Yes, my heart is broken. I’m crying a little as I write this. I’m used to being the heartbreaker, not the heartbroken. Of course, pain goes with living. It is the reason that I will have that pain that will haunt me.
Know that I have a piece of your heart. I know you have a piece of mine. You had me at soft kisses. This is crazy, I know, but I must say it. I love you.“
Whoaaaaaa. The L-word folks. I’m sorry if it’s mean but I felt super empowered by this. Some people have told me something is wrong with him and kinda yes and kinda no.
He’d been in a downward spiral of life, a loveless marriage, trapped. He’d said his last relationship was a younger woman who wanted his money. How long had it been since someone had treated him special? Years I’m betting. I listened to him, asked questions, told him stories of myself and he listened closely about my writing. I kissed him. I initiated it. I don’t feel bad about it. I wanted to and I did. We are grown-ass adults.
That was five weeks ago. Here’s the postscript from tonight:
He texted me that he looked back through the texts and thinks that he scared me. He is sorry and said he scared himself. Then he texted:
“I’m now separating from my wife.”
Then he asked me for a drink on Friday. He said would wouldn’t expect anything but a drink.
Writer side of me: Hell yes. Go! See what he says.
Common sense: No. You can’t. You will just encourage him and you don’t want to go there. You are now dating someone too. And it’s not nice to go out with someone just so you can write about it in your blog.
And you’d have to tell your new guy. Cuz you’re honest like that.
I still think it’s a good ending though. He and his wife can now have happier lives I think and hope. She couldn’t have been happy with that situation. Hopefully she will get half of everything have a grand life. And he will have freedom to find someone special.
It just ain’t me cuz that ship sailed.
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