Friday, December 14, 2007

Someone to Take Care of You?

Those very words were said to me by the guy I met 3 weeks ago at Hairball show (Mr. “Are you Slow?”). I almost killed him. Wait, let me start at the beginning …

The girls and I drove out to Hopkins to see our favorite band, the Bad Animals. I invited “Steve” to meet up with us there, if he felt so inclined. He arrived shortly after I did and brought his friend “Tom”. “Steve” asked if I wanted a beer and I politely said no… Next thing I know there is one sitting in front of me. I asked where it came from and who paid for it…he said it was from him and he paid for it…I thanked him and continued to enjoy the show and my friends…I talked to “Steve and “Tom” for a bit and decided to talk to my friends…As I was talking to one of the band members about something personal, “Steve” sticks his head in between us and asks what we were talking about…I told “Steve” it was a private conversation I was having so…
Then every time I had to scratch my arm, back, leg etc, he’d come over and scratch it for me. I’d politely say thank you…By this time I’m starting to get a bit annoyed….
Then he asks if I want another drink and I told him no…another drink appears in front of me…Then I get mad. I tell him that I said no and I’m tired of him buying me things…He fixed my car and for that I’m eternally thankful, but I paid him for it and enough is enough. He made a couple of goofy faces at me and told that he didn’t know what the problem was. I told him that I’m trying to get back on track and I really don’t drink a lot. It’s not good for me . To which he responded “You’ll what? Burn it off in like 10 mins of running anyways..” He had the nerve to tell me that I take this “Athlete, working out thing too seriously” and that I “need someone to take care of “ me…I practically had a fit…


Thing is even though I have/am having issues with my house, my car, my finances..they are my issues! I believe that with independence comes freedom, and that’s what I want and have always wanted. I’ll work it out, I always do. Working to resolve my own issues gives be pride and keeps me sharp and on top of things. I never want someone to “scratch my back”, even the though the intent may be innocent, a sign of affection, or to help-I can do it myself. If I fail, I failed on my own terms- myself. You can comfort me afterwards. Don’t get me wrong, I do want you pull out my chair for me and hold open the door-that is just the “lady” in me that believes I deserve that. There are quite a few things I prefer to handle on my own. I don’t ever want to be one of those women that relies on her husband/boyfriend/significant other for money, place to live, a car…I can do all of that myself…I need companionship and the occasional opinion/sounding board not someone to rub my feet…ok-you can rub my feet, but it’s not a requirement. This is also the reason I’m not going to date this guy.

The last 2 times I have invited him out he’s gotten a bit possessive as well. He points out every guy who stares or looks at me. He drinks waaay too much, eats like crap and never worksout-proclaiming he doesn’t need to. He's 41..What he fails to observe is that eating right, working out etc is MY lifestyle and I feel it's detrimental to a long and healthy life. I’m not considered in the “free and clear” until I hit 5 years… Admitantly I eat like crap when I go out with him. I find it extremely difficult to eat a salad when he’s having a burger and a beer. I certainly don’t expect every person I’m out with to eat a salad because I am, but don’t pick the cheesecake, talk about how great it is and offer me a bite unless you plan on keeping that arm! I’ve tried to explain to him-in detail, how serious I take this. How it's a lifestyle and how I plan to compete in the next year or so. It’s not a vanity thing, it’s a health thing. I just don’t think he gets it. The hint ther is that he makes fun of me and makes comments such as “You look fine”. I’m not asking for an opinion.. I decide whether or not I look fine and it’s not about the physical anyways…Sigh-I just don’t think he gets it and it’s the last time I take him anywhere with me again.
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