Making Merry
It was exactly what I needed until I saw "the Snake" at the final bar of the evening. I went from 100% fun to feeling like I had to hurl. Unbelievable. I didn't speak to him or interact in any way. I'd like to think he didn't see me, but I'm sure he probably did. I tried to suck it up and just have a good time, but I caved in and bolted. ...and then felt like a total jackass for continuing to give him power over me... for letting him win.
Another Santa offered consolation to me on the long walk back to my car. He was very sweet, and perhaps he'll be the next of 100 first dates. My heart wasn't in it when he smooched me, but it did help take my mind off of the Snake. It was nice to be reminded that there are plenty of great men out there that want to be with me, and that I've already given a certain reptilian robot too much free rent.
posted by Master Dater @ 12:30 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:48 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi MD,
I am so glad that i am not the onl ex girlfriend that contempplates just escaping and running the next time i run into my ex. I went out the other night and was so glad that i saw his friend before i saw him and could bolt until we came face to face. I had a weird feeling though as i a have been stressing over this situation in my head ever since about a week after we broke up, i had an urge to just go back and face him and get it over and done with. The thing i worry about is that when i see him i swill be with a big group of friiends an they wont want to leave and then i will feel like i total wimp when i have to go because i can't stay and stand it. I suppose did you find the first time the worst and then afterwards it was still hard but got easier the more times you ran into him?
Regards , A
At 1:24 PM,
Master Dater said…
Dearest A,
Yes, the first time was the hardest. It did get easier ...but it's still hard. Thankfully, Austin has almost a million people now (it's grown rapidly over the past few years) and I rarely cross paths with him nowadays.
Some people have that effect on you. For me, the snake triggers a physiological stress response. My heart rate spikes, my blood pressure surges and adrenaline kicks in.
Amazingly, on the night I wrote this I did manage to stick around and dance for awhile, but I realized the stress of seeing him had killed my party mood so I left. I pretty much avoid that bar now on the off chance I'd run into him. ...and it's been years now!
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