Relinquishing my role as the "Rebound Girl..."
I haven’t had my computer in almost 5 months, I almost don’t know how to get back into the random stories I used to write all of the time.
So to just “re-acquaint” myself, I decided I should catch y’all up on my
love life…or better yet, lack thereof…
So that phrase, “Rebound girl” never meant much to me until this last year when I have officially been her three separate times.
It began with Brent, the ex of a used to be friend who cheated on him… dumped him a month into their engagement….and then moved in a guy AS Brent was moving out.
On top of that, HE couldn’t get over her.
So, we go out for a few months, he decides he is too heartbroken to “have feelings” for someone. Then, about 3 weeks later he texts me to tell me that he has fallen for some chick and he wants to “thank me for showing him that he could move on.”
Next comes , Shawn the divorcee of about 1.5 years who was just getting back into the dating world. We had dinner, went to the zoo, watched movies, and hung out for about a month and a half. He then decides that he should focus on his career and kids.
A month later he calls me to tell me that he landed a great Executive job with Cabela’s in Minnesota and that he met some one and again wanted to “thank me” for being so “caring” while he was figuring out his little quarter life crisis.
At this point I’m thinking:
And finally, and not any less confusion-inducing is Aaron, the computer programmer/ex-military guy. He and I met about a month ago and we have spent quite a bit of time together. We’ve had drinks, he’s made me dinner,
watched slept through several movies and had some amazing sex.
He constantly tells me how amazing I am and that I am “such a sweetheart.” Yet….he can’t/won’t let go of his break up from 4 months ago.
Now what is the moral of this story?
Honestly, I wish that I knew. All that I can take from these situations is that I must be some sort of God’s gift to men post-break up and help them see the light for a future relationship.
Now before people go and think I am being all melodramatic and thinking that I do not think I will ever find that “Love of my Life,” I want to clarify a few things:
- I do not have any sort of self-esteem issues. In fact, I believe that I am fucking amazing. Any man who gets me will be very lucky. I am educated, ambitious, mature, responsible. I make hot babies, I can cook like a mo-fo, and I fuck like a pornstar.
- Do I really need a point #2?
- I have tried the “actively looking” thing and it is quite disheartening. I just don’t want to be with someone for the sake of being with someone.
- I do not throw myself at seemingly available men at the bar or wherever just on the off-chance that they may be date-able.
So in conclusion, if anybody knows whatever rock it is that mature, emotionally ready, stable, and commit-worthy men live under…damn, just drop a sista a hint.