http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/07/vindication/ Deities. Dogma. Dating. Diapers. Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:45:06 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/07/vindication/#comment-1797 Tue, 01 Aug 2006 21:36:35 +0000 http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/07/vindication/#comment-1797 [...] The next one that’s worth a look was short, but it says a lot about my background. I met him on a night out, and we hit it off instantly. For the next two months, we talked to each other every day. We saw each other almost as often. His friends liked me. My friends liked him. There was lots and lots of that early “glow” of passion — the thing that sticks a couple together in the first place. One Sunday morning, we had a disagreement about something fairly mundane, like whether to listen to music or watch the news. We finished breakfast and he headed home. We didn’t talk for two weeks, and at that point, it was just for us to (mutally, of course) say “guess we’re done.” In this case, the passion never translated into anything deeper, and rather than work at it, we both walked away. Sad. Since then, I had a very long relationship, then engagement to another guy who followed the first pattern somewhat. It wasn’t that we were friends first — he chased me from the beginning. But still, if there was an imbalance, it was in my favor. I tried to break it off many, many times, but he just wouldn’t give up until years later. We’re friends now, and he’s finally convinced that I wasn’t the one who got away; he’s met someone who’s more like the girl he wanted me to become, and realizes he was spinning his wheels with me. We also are still friends. [...] […] The next one that’s worth a look was short, but it says a lot about my background. I met him on a night out, and we hit it off instantly. For the next two months, we talked to each other every day. We saw each other almost as often. His friends liked me. My friends liked him. There was lots and lots of that early “glow” of passion — the thing that sticks a couple together in the first place. One Sunday morning, we had a disagreement about something fairly mundane, like whether to listen to music or watch the news. We finished breakfast and he headed home. We didn’t talk for two weeks, and at that point, it was just for us to (mutally, of course) say “guess we’re done.” In this case, the passion never translated into anything deeper, and rather than work at it, we both walked away. Sad. Since then, I had a very long relationship, then engagement to another guy who followed the first pattern somewhat. It wasn’t that we were friends first — he chased me from the beginning. But still, if there was an imbalance, it was in my favor. I tried to break it off many, many times, but he just wouldn’t give up until years later. We’re friends now, and he’s finally convinced that I wasn’t the one who got away; he’s met someone who’s more like the girl he wanted me to become, and realizes he was spinning his wheels with me. We also are still friends. […]

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