OK.. this is LONG, and I apologize.. but as you read it you’ll know why I couldn’t break it into two posts.
That last weekend in August was nuts. Amusingly, not so much for ME but for so many people around me. As if I wherever I went, Mayhem was following along. (He’s HOT btw)
First up.. was Sex God having the oddest encounter with his kids that ended up in a huge blow up, extending to his Ex. I’d go into tons of detail and opinion.. but frankly, it’s not my business and I’m [finally!] smart enough to realize they wouldn’t want it blogged!
Then I go the meet the HOTTIE that I’ve been talking about in the last few blogs. The one whose picture I posted. We meet at a Starbucks and as I drive in, I notice this obviously slightly deranged homeless guy walking around the parking lot, having an internal/external rant. You know the type. The conversation is internal… they’re just being external about it! Once inside, I settle at a table with my Tall Carmel Machiatto Upside Down Iced. (Can you tell I’ve been meeting a lot of men at Starbucks! hahaha Its the free wireless, I hate their coffee!!)
Hottie walks in and we’re having a wonderful conversation about music & dating, etc. And every so often I see Homeless guy walking the parking lot. Then he walks past the section next to us and I notice his shirt is now gone. Aaaand… is he.. ?! … tell me he’s not…. unbuckling his pants!!
So our conversation turns to “How many articles of clothing will it take before the police arrive!” And we discuss the homeless situation. Its amusing to me to realize that this generation has no idea Reagan’s contribution to the homeless situation. That he slashed funding for free mental health care (saying people should take care of their own crazy relatives not the state… valid point.. but I watched my very wealthy grandfather disown his own daughter so the state would support her.. she’s Schizophrenic. Even after his death my wealthy grandmother does the same… BOTH Republicans…. um.. sorry, got sidetracked. Damn Politics!!)
… and in slashing the funding, mental hospitals closed and many people were shoved onto the street. People who need medication to stay slightly sane, to keep a job… who then don’t take it, & can’t support themselves, who then live crazy on the street. Hottie just assumed all the homeless were drug addicts.
Finally the police show up, talk to the guy. Get him to find his shirt & shoes and move him off. Do they haul him in? No….! That’s paperwork. They leave him to fend for himself and annoy another mini-mall somewhere else. Well, at least I didn’t have an audience for when I kissed Hottie goodbye! 😉 Yum!
Oh, but that’s not the END of the Crazy Weekend. Nooooo, by far, not! See, that very night I had a play date with a lovely Cub that I’ve been trying to connect with for weeks! B.. is fun on a lot of levels. Same music, similar sexuality right down to the hedonism and I was looking forward to spending many hours with him. I managed to be on-time despite thinking I’d gotten lost! And he took me to the most delicious Caribbean restaurant. Wow the food was GREAT!
Then we went to his place and had a wonderfully fun time naked. Nice tattoos and even nicer tool! He’s a generous lover and after we cuddle and chat. I’m soooo ready for some sleep! But he’s been on night shoots all week so he’s a bit wired. lol Then he gets very quiet and I hear a tink sound. He whispers its his ex girlfriend trying to get his attention by throwing pebbles at his window. I’m thinking.. Really?? People actually DO that! So there we are trying to be quiet like we aren’t there. And I’m trying not to roll my eyes because just minutes before we were talking and half hour earlier I was cursing out orgasms!
He whispers a bit of the story to me. They’ve been off & on for a long time but she won’t realize its over. He’s hoping she’ll just go away. But after about 10 minutes there’s a banging on his door. REALLY!!!
I’m thinking.. OMG.. I cannot believe this is happening. Its surreal! Its like midnight & she’s pounding and pounding on the door. B gets up to tell her to leave through the door or he’ll call the cops. He comes back to the bedroom explaining she’s been dog-sitting his puppy while he’s been on these long shoots & she says she here to drop the dog off. He leaves the bedroom to opens the door to go with her to get the dog. AND she rushes into the apartment! That’s right, folk!!
Now I’m in the bedroom. But I’ve put on my shirt and my underwear and I’m just lying propped on the bed a little like Cleopatra, lol. And I hear scuffling and yelling and then this young, petite black woman rushes into the bedroom with B behind her trying to hold her back. Its actually the most amusing thing. She takes one look at me & is totally surprised. She was expecting a girl her age, who would be outraged that B, just last week (gasp!) had slept with HER in the bed I was lying in. As if they’d gotten back together and I would NEVER touch another woman’s man. (Well, I wouldn’t but that’s not the point.)
Instead she finds a much older woman, casually lying in her bed, NOT hot, hair ALL sweaty plastered, with an amused look on her face. She turns to B and the words spill out of her mouth, “REALLY!?!” “THIS!” “She someone from one of your online sites!?!” “I can’t believe you!”
She storms out and he’s trying to tell her to get out. And she storms back in to yell at him some more in front of me. She turns to me to yell “Did you know” shit about B. I’m silent through all of it. She calls him spineless and I’m almost laughing at that point.
See.. she’s angry and asking all the wrong questions and has all the wrong expectations. She’s expecting me to act hurt that he’s been treating her that way.. thinking I’m looking at B as if he’s bf material. She calls him spineless, like its not plain he has trouble standing up to her “crazy”! And she SHOULD be asking me not “if I know” but “do I care” cuz honestly all the shit she’s spouting has nothing to do with me.
She did finally actually ASK me a question. She demanded from B who I was, then got smart, turned and asked me who I was. I calmly told her, “Its none of your business.” The only words I spoke the entire encounter. Through the yelling match B kept saying, “Stop.” “Its over & its been over” “Don’t make me call the cops” He was pretty calm but insistent through all of her pacing drama. And after about 2o minutes she left. Announcing they were done! I’m like, uhh, DUH!
B comes back and he’s very apologetic and visibly shaken. And the whole story comes out. They were together, she moved into his condo, he tried to be straight for her cuz he loved her but he couldn’t and she can’t accept his bi side. So he went out of town for 2 months and told her to move out. And its been a battle to keep her out of his life, cuz she keeps popping in and he gives in to it. She even did it when his parents visited. Came over uninvited, got a neighbor to let her in (security bldg) and began pounding on the door.
So I did my usual thing. I explained.
I explained he loved her passion, but obsessive passion can easily turn into crazy. And he’s too passive to assert himself with her. A woman like that works best with a man who’ll reign in her crazy with strong will. But only if a woman like that knows herself well enough to tell when she’s gone over the edge of passion to crazy! I also encouraged him to be true to himself. That, NOT being who he is just for love will eventually lead to cheating. If she cannot accept you for all of who you are, she doesn’t love YOU. She loves her version of you.. and don’t you DARE be different from that! lol. We talk for a while and he admits its almost a relief that it happened. He says, “Finally, she realizes its really over and she’ll move on.”
Which had me laughing. I’d told B early at dinner that Fate likes to use me where I’m needed & its one of the reasons I keep meeting men. I never know who fate wants me to meet nor if its for a lesson for me or for them. Apparently fate wanted me to help B dump his ex girlfriend for good!
And that should be the end of this blog. Oh but the Crazy wasn’t OVER!! See after all the drama with Tanisha.. (yup.. posted her crazy WITH her name on the internet!!) I checked my cell phone. There was a message on my voice mail from my mother. Apparently my eldest had run out of medication. And the Ex had assumed (or been told by a kid, who knows!) that I didn’t have more to give him. When what HAD happened was I asked my oldest if he had enough pills for the weekend with his father. “Yes” he replied. “Including Monday?” I asked. “Yes!” replied the irritated 14 year old who had his mind on his new PS3 & didn’t like being nagged by Mom!
I also told him to take an extra pill Sunday night so he’d be extra calm on his first day of high school. Instead.. what happened was he took the last pill in his portable pill box on Saturday. And on Sunday was melting down. The Ex’s solution was not to call me, NOOO, he called my Mother. Who is also a Pediatric Nurse Practitioner. My Ex assumed that since she was grandma AND a doctor that she would violate medical ethics and write a prescription. And I’m hearing all this from said Grandma in a voice message. At 1 in the morning.
Like I said… Crazy. It was at that point that I just went to bed!
My Ex & The pill fiasco
