When you get a big mix of people like we did last Friday, and people that you have known for a considerable amount of time, there are bound to be those people that you just say "Oh shit!" when you see they actually came.
I had two such people at the Soiree Friday, and today I'll blog about the first one. He is the "Nice Guy".
He really is a nice guy. He's also cute, smart, funny, has a great body, and makes bucket loads of money.
You are probably wondering why on Earth I would say "Oh shit!" about someone like this.
I don't like him. What I mean is, I don't like him in that way. I adore him, but not like that.
He adores me too, but like that. This makes for some rather uncomfortable situations, especially because everyone I know tells me what a complete idiot I am for not liking him like that.
I can't help it. I've tried liking him like that and I can't.
When I finally called it quits with my last relationship, which was 3 years long with a good portion of it being long distance, I started seeing "Nice Guy" like that for awhile.
It was nice and comfortable. I knew he would always be good to me and all that jazz, and he sure as hell made it known just how much he adored me. It was very cozy, warm and fuzzy, but it was also a sham.
Oh, I'm attracted to him. I don't know many women who wouldn't be. I could probably love him too, if I tried hard enough.
My way of thinking is that you aren't supposed to "try" to love someone, at least at first.
When I first met Cali man, my ex, it was like someone knocked the wind out of me. I can't help it, I'm a knock the wind out of me kind of girl. If a guy doesn't do that, then they are not for me.
So he stood at the other end of the room making doe eyes and giving me that sexy smile. He makes me feel so guilty. After a couple weeks of dating I told him it just wasn't right.
"What did I do wrong?" he asked with sincerity. "It's not you," was all I could say, full well knowing the poor guy was thinking "It's me! It's me! What's wrong with me?"
In actuality, what is wrong with me, right?
I believe in fate, and I believe in soul mates. How could I not, with parents like mine? Just another way they have fucked me up man...
In my own defense I would like to say I am not one of those women who doesn't like nice guys. In fact, if someone I am dating is a jerk, they are dropped like a bad habit. I deserve to be treated like the Princess that I am dammit!
I'd just rather be alone then only give someone half of me. Half of me is all I can give him, and if that makes me an idiot, so be it.