Mr. Movie Man: part four

Now technically speaking, Mr. Movie Man and I weren’t exclusive; however, I know the whole situation wouldn’t sit well with him if he knew. But there wasn’t any reason to be hiding it from him either. I was seeing someone else and we were not in a monogamous relationship so it should have been alright. But the problem was that I felt horrible about it. I knew I was hurting him and that wasn’t good. So I knew I needed to tell him.

I invited him over to dinner on a night when I knew my roommate would be gone. I told him he could spend the night if he wished and he told me he’d bring his dog. That’s not code for anything, he literally brought his dog.

When he got there I had been cooking all day I hopes of keeping my mind off of things. He came in and I sat him down. I figured I needed to rip the band aid off quickly.  I looked at him and told him that I needed to tell him something, that I was seeing someone else. He completely freaked. He started yelling at me and calling me a whore. I reminded him that we weren’t exclusive and that if he wanted to see someone else I didn’t have a problem with it. Mr. Movie Man didn’t seem thrilled. In fact, he stormed out of the apartment and told me to never call him again.

I totally deserved it, that I knew.  I had hoped we could move forward and that he would see it from my point of view but nope. It was a risk I knew I would take in telling him but I felt better coming clean. I hated hurting him and that was the part I was upset about the most.

Now you would think after his response to me telling him I was seeing someone else we would be done. Nope, think again. Two days later I received a call from my mom.  I was shocked by what she told me.

“Don’t freak out, but we got a letter from Mr. Movie Man.”

Say what?

Apparently, Mr. Movie Man felt the need to send my parents a thank you letter for allowing him to date their daughter. He wanted them to know that the break up had nothing to do with them and that he enjoyed his time with them. He also hoped that maybe in sometime in the future, things would work themselves out and he’d see them again.  Well wouldn’t you know that a day after my parents received the letter, he called me. He wanted to work things out and he realized that while it hadn’t been the best move, I had the ability to see who I wanted. There was one stipulation. Moving forward with our relationship meant that we would need to be exclusive. I politely told him no thank you. Mr. Movie Man was stunned. I don’t think he realized I would say “no”. But I realized I didn’t want a relationship with him. If I had, then I wouldn’t be looking for something in other guys.

 So I bid a fine farewell to Mr. Movie Man. Now, whenever I drive by a movie set, I look for him and hope he’s doing better.

Mr. Movie Man: part three

As a warning, I hate telling this story, though it must be told. I feel horrible about what I did and I feel as though I was a terrible person. However, in my defense I was not only straight forward and honest from the beginning of our relationship but during the “issue” as well. Ok here it goes.

Mr. Movie Man and I had not yet done the dirty deed. I actually had no intention of doing it with him. I liked him, but it takes a whole lot more than like to get me to do that. I’m not prude or anything but I’m not a whore either. Anyway, I hadn’t spent the night at his place. On this fateful night, I decided to give in to his advances and spent the night with him, however, I had a party to attend before going over there.

It was a small get together and while there I received a call from Mr. Granola himself. I was stunned and even more surprised that he wanted to see me. I don’t know why but for some reason I felt the need to see Mr. Granola as well. So I did what we all know I shouldn’t have done. I went over to see Mr. Granola.

Now for purposes of this blog I will cut this short. We all know my history with Mr. Granola and we all know that I could not say no to the boy. For some unknown reason, he was my first love and somewhere along the line turned into that antichrist type boyfriend that keeps coming around and screwing up your life. We all have had that in our lives at some point.

So here’s the shortened version of the night. I went over to Mr. Granola’s house. I had some drinks with him and his sister. He asked me to stay. I called Mr. Movie Man and cancelled our night and told him we’d have a rain check to following night. Mr. Granola and I slept together. His little brother walked in on us. Yep, that’s the abridged version of the night. Oh, what? Yeah, talk about awkward.

And as awkward as it was having Mr. Granola’s little brother walk in on us, I knew it was going to be even more awkward in dealing with Mr. Movie Man the following day.

Mr. Movie Man: part two

As for me, I wanted nothing to do with the seriousness. The more he pushed, the further I went in the opposite direction. It wasn’t long before I realized the “talk” was inevitable. One night we were talking on the phone joking around, when he mentioned a girl slipped him her number at a bar.

“Well are you going to call her?” I asked very bluntly.

“No, why would I? I’m dating you.”

This was true, but I wasn’t ready for an exclusive relationship. After the crazy tornado of emotion that was Mr. Emo, I knew I wanted to slow things down majorly with this relationship. And for some reason, the thought of Mr. Movie Man dating someone else didn’t bother me. In fact, I rather liked the idea. Maybe this would change his mind about everything. After all, most of his friends were getting engaged or married and I had a feeling it would only be a matter of time before this was brought up as a topic of discussion.

So what did I do? Well I so eloquently told Mr. Movie Man all of this. Yeah, it wasn’t so eloquent. Actually it was more along the lines of pleading for him to slow this whole thing down. I told him I was in no way ready for a monogamous relationship and he claimed he understood. So I just let it be.

I shouldn’t have let it be. Never let something like that be. A few days later the boy dropped the “L Bomb”. Yes, he said he loved me. And for those who aren’t aware of the timeline that’s gotten faded in all of the story telling, it was about three weeks in.

It was a rather strange drop of the words though. We were driving by an old pharmacy that used to sell Beanie Babies during the nineties. Across the street was an old joke shop that was no longer there. I briefly reminisced on these two stores and he looked at me with widened eyes and said, “Oh my god, I love you. Seriously.” I just looked at him shocked and then he kept muttering it to himself. He kept repeating it, “I love you” until he went quiet and then after about a minute of silence he changed the subject.

The poor guy, I don’t know if I ever really gave him a fair chance. He just seemed so desperate I lost interest and never fully wanted to be with him. I enjoyed his company and I liked the thought of being with someone. Regardless, he kept pushing for a solid exclusive relationship and after about a month and a half I still didn’t want it. I wasn’t seeing anyone else, though I could have, but I just didn’t want to be tied down. Well I finally got to my breaking point.

Mr. Movie Man: part one

Alright, so give me a minute to re-introduce you to Mr. Movie Man. Remember the guy I met on the set of the music video? The one who all my friends were into? Yes, him. What I forgot to mention was while Mr. Emo and I were dating, I received a facebook message from Mr. Movie Man. He had found me on Facebook and wanted to ask me out. I told him that while I was flattered, I was dating someone. We kept in touch, just random the random how are you’s and nothing more. Well, after Mr. Emo and I broke up I decided to mention it to him, casually.

The next thing I knew was that we were spending large amounts of time together. He was very nice and cute but he was a lot older. Like by six years. He owned his own business that catered movie sets and was doing very well. Mr. Movie Man helped me movie into my first apartment and there he met my parents. They loved him! I guess he saw this as a green light and tried to push our relationship to a new level. He wanted to get serious, and quickly.

Mr. Emo: part three

Our romance was a whirlwind and I’m not quite sure how romantic it actually was but hey, I enjoyed it none the less. Mr. Emo made me step outside my comfort zone. The time came for me to introduce him to my friends and they loved him. He was welcomed by my high school friends at a summer party/reunion that I threw at parent’s house. My mom asked that he not sleep in my bedroom if he spent the night and I agreed.

The party went off smashingly. Everyone had a great time. One of my friends stayed in my room with me but left when Mr. Emo came to wake me up. I was groggy when he started poking me in the side. I looked up at him and saw that there was something tragically wrong. Suddenly he burst into tears. From in between tears I discovered that he had just received a phone call about one of his friends who had overdosed on some kind of serious drug. We sat on the floor of bedroom and talked. Well, he talked, I just sat there listening and trying to figure out what to do. He wanted to go but I knew that he had been drinking. He seemed alright but I wasn’t about to take any chances. He had been drinking, he was really upset, and it was late. Those three things never make for safe driving when combined. I tried to talk him out of leaving and he told me he was going to head to the Waffle House down the street for some food. Mr. Emo promised me he would come back. As he left, I had a bad feeling about things.

Mr. Emo came back with food. We ate in silence on the floor of my bedroom. I didn’t eat much and when he finished with his food he just stared at the wall. Finally he shook his head, looked up at me and told me he needed to leave.

The next few days went by slowly. I didn’t hear much from Mr. Emo. He seemed to need his space and felt like I should give it to him. After a week decided I needed to see him and clear the awkward air. I called him up and he seemed excited that I wanted to come visit him at his parent’s house. Before I made the trek up there, I made a “be happy” cake for him. Maybe it was too much, but he needed to be cheered up and what better way than a cake?

I got up to his parent’s house and it was really good to see him. He loved the cake and we stared to plan our day. He wanted to show me his town. We went to his old high school, his church, and then we did some of the touristy things in the downtown part of his town. We had a blast. Then we went back to his parent’s house and did things we probably shouldn’t have done; at least things that I’m not going write about. It just wouldn’t be decent.

Mr. Emo decided he wanted some cake, so we went back downstairs and broke into the cake. His mood shifted suddenly. He went from happy go lucky to quiet and sulky. He stopped playing with his cake and looked up at me. Then he said it. “I think we should talk… I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”  WTF, seriously? I just drove all the way to your parent’s house after baking you a cake, spent the day sightseeing with you, did the dirty, dirty with you, and now you’re breaking up with me? Dude, you got problems.

So I left. I drove home crying and oh, was I pissed off.  A few weeks later got a call from him. He was threatening suicide on the phone and questioning the purpose of his life. It was more than I could handle and I told him that. I still liked him but this was well beyond anything I wanted to deal with.

He never did hurt himself. Well I don’t actually know that but I do know he’s still alive and based on facebook he’s seeing some girl now and seems happy. Maybe he isn’t the Emo mess he once was.

Mr. Emo: part two

As sad as it sounds I don’t remember much of our courtship. We seemed to go from zero to sixty. Everything became very serious very quickly. Mr. Emo and I were inseparable. Our schedule made it so we could go to each other’s classes, so we did. Suddenly I was sitting in on accounting classes and passing notes about plans for the weekend.

It was getting to be summer and Mr. Emo was getting ready to move back home. He was living in the college dorms and needed to move all of his things back to his mother’s house. There it was, the perfect time to meet his mother.

His home town was about forty five minutes away. We cut that time in half by speeding down the highway in his sporty little mini cooper. When we got to his house I was shocked. He lived in a quiet cute little neighborhood in a nice brick house that looked out over the 6^th hole of a private golf course. This was not the upbringing of the dark, shy, seemingly moody emo kid that I had imagined. His mother greeted us at the door with two huge mason jars filled with sweet tea. She gave me a warm hug and invited me in. She was one of the bubbliest people I’ve ever met. We had a great afternoon talking with Mr. Emo’s mother before she had to run out to the grocery store. She asked if I’d be staying for dinner and I had to decline. We were on our way back to the city to get another carload of Mr. Emo’s belongings.

After his mother left, Mr. Emo asked me if I wanted a quick tour of the neighborhood. I said sure and we were on our way. Living on a golf course, naturally he owned a golf cart. So we hopped in and started on the tour.

A Return to Blogland

Yep, that's right! I'm back. And hopefully will be writing once a day again. Ok well, lets be realistic, at least twice a week. But its better than nothing. To start the process, I've given the blog a nice little face lift. Hopefully, you'll like it too. I'm having some technical difficulties with the layout so hang in there and hopefully it will be back to normal soon.

Today I will be starting the writing process and I will be posting a new story tomorrow. So stay tuned! To keep you interested, here are a list of the stories left to write...

7. Mr. Emo

8. Movie man

9. Guido

10. The worst date

11. The love of my life

12. Country bumpkin

13. The second ginger

14. Drunken Frenchman

15. First Class Frank: take three

16. Bank boy

17. The movie star