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Month: September, 2014

Why is he still on Match.com?

Why is he still on Match.com?.

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Why is he still on Match.com?

Someone asked me out recently.
This is all fine and good, except I’ve been seeing a man for a month (and talking to him for about a month longer than that) and it seems like he is quite serious. I mean…serious. I have not pushed for anything. He is the one asking all the questions regarding us and where we stand.

You ever just click with someone? Yes? No? Well, I clicked with this person (let’s just call him C.) unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. He’s normal, yet eclectic and one of the most secure and positive people I’ve ever known. We spend a ridiculous amount of time talking and texting when we’re not together. Two things I never seem to get tired of with him: chatting or kissing. We are very much in sync on both.

In all truth, I like C. a lot. I care about him. He is amazing. Smart, funny, sexy, sweet, warm, handsome, kind and caring. He is my age, well traveled, thinks “outside the box” and accepting of who I am. He’s not perfect, but it’s quite possible that he’s damn near perfect for me. He’s a few pounds heavier than I prefer, but is working at it and sexy in so many ways. I wouldn’t mind if he dropped weight – halfway because he’s good looking and the weight doesn’t live up to the rest of him – but the other half is that he’s had some health problems and staying leaner would be healthier. However, oddly enough, I like the way the extra weight feels when he holds me. I could definitely see myself keeping him around. As far as I can tell, he *seems* to feel the same way. Unless I’m delusional.

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This is the guy who holds doors, texts in the morning just to say hi, asks if you need anything on the way over, stays up late to talk when you need to vent or someone to edit your writing, holds your hand in public, reaches for you when you cough at night, rubs your back without being asked and tells you that you look beautiful for no apparent reason.

But I’ve been having major issues with second-guessing myself lately and not being able to read signs correctly.

Here’s where I am confused. We met on Match.com. I quietly took my profile offline and didn’t say anything about it until he volunteered that he wasn’t seeing anyone else. I thought he was, but I didn’t personally have any interest in continuing empty conversations with strangers after being spoiled by much more interesting conversations with him, so I stopped talking to would-be suitors as soon as I met him.

His online dating profiles are still active. Today. Now. You may know how these things work. People are sent out daily matches and alerts all the time.

I’ve met C’s friends. His family is aware of me. He treats me very well. When it’s time for me to leave, he asks me to stay. He tells me intensely personal things. Yet…he is still out there. My gut says we are together, but actions speak louder than words and lately I can’t trust my own judgment anymore.

I was on a dating site to begin with because I’m in the entertainment industry and would like to date outside it. Plus, most of the people in the industry are younger. While I look younger, I am not.

I will be honest in saying that I am above average in looks, fitness level, intelligence and personality. This isn’t me bragging; it’s just a truthful statement and I’ve worked hard at all of it. I’m also pretty nice, kind of witty on a good day and down-to-earth. I have been pursued by actors, pro athletes, rock stars, millionaires, and normal, regular guys. Men are men. If someone doesn’t interest me, no job title or dollar signs are going to change that. I can make my own money.

I’d like to meet people my own age who know me as just plain me. Not as my stage persona or as trophy wife material, which is how I’m often looked upon – as a prize of some sort.

So, back to the original issue. Someone interesting asked me out. A former race car driver who is a restaurateur now. I spoke with him briefly, then I disappeared because my profile was pulled as fake. He didn’t even know my name, but somehow managed to track me down and has been pursuing me quite hard.

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Let’s just say that I am highly unusual and it takes a certain rare type to interest me and keep up. I need mental attraction, not just physical. The guy I am dating is capable of doing this. This person who asked me out falls into this category as well…and quite convinced that I am the someone he has been looking for.

Oh, if I only had a $5 bill for every time I heard this. I wonder if all women are told that? Like, it’s some slick bullshit line every guy uses? Or if I’m just some kind of unicorn? Is everyone a unicorn? 

Thing is, it’s so fucking rare to meet people who actually interest me. There are a fuckton of good looking guys in my age range in Tampa Bay. But they’re boring. Empty. Surface level. One trick ponies. Nothing to offer in a conversation. No curiosity in life. No continuing education. No self-awareness. Then two, back-to-back? How unfair. 

Then came the talk. C and I, standing in my bedroom, while I folded clothes…and we agreed to see no one else. This, of course, was brought on by the fact that I’d already accepted a date with someone else…the aforementioned interesting person.
I told Porsche Guy I was seeing someone and cannot see him as anything more than a friend. I tried to cancel, but he said, “fuck it, I’ll take my chances”. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided I would go. If nothing else, hear a few new stories. I lied to C. Out with friends that night. My first lie.

But his profile was still active. Obviously he was lying to me.

Perhaps it would be wise keep options open since apparently I am not doing that and my… (insert whatever you want to call it here) clearly is.

Here’s one more thing: When I met C., he was seeing someone else, so his profile was “hidden” because he must have cared what she thought. But that still didn’t stop him from contacting me.

It’s all fucking with my head right now and I wonder if I should just pull back a bit. Slow it all down and think. We have this weird thing where it feels like we’ve known each other much longer than we actually have. When I see the true amount of time in black and white, it’s strange to me. It hasn’t been long at all.

I’ve been nothing but honest with C. from day-one about everything. Brutally so, at times. He’s been shockingly cool about taking all in stride. Perhaps that’s the difference between dating older vs. dating younger. Experience and wisdom. I am not sure how to approach this or if I should even bother. I’m not the jealous type (well, I can be possessive, but I don’t play into it) nor am I clingy or smothering. I tend to just leave – or go off and do my own thing, rather than engage in feelings that I don’t want to deal with for my own self-preservation and sanity.

I don’t know what to do. I’m emotional about it. I hate being emotional. I hate not feeling in control. I realize I can choose to react however I want to this, but at the moment, it feels like he is a bad trigger. Either I am thinking there’s more to this thing between us than there is and I’m being a complete idiot or…
Or…?
Maybe it’s an ego thing for him? Likes to flirt? Keeping stuff on the side or lined up? Maybe he’s the way he is with me to all women…and it’s just “another day in the life of” for him? Perhaps he thinks I’m going to jet off or it’s bothering him that I’m not officially divorced yet? Or maybe he’s simply doing a large-scale personal study of online dating with publish the results in Psychology Today magazine this month.

Right.

And there’s no right way to bring it up. Say something and you come off crazy, jealous or stalkerish. (Even though I *did* actually kind of stalk him and that’s how I found out.) Say nothing and it eats you up inside to the point where it’s hard to have a conversation and the relationship suffers.

Christ. WTF.


The Date:

Race Car Restauranteur was as interesting in person as he was online. And he brought his dog…plus cookies for mine. And a bullet. Maybe I should use it. Nice looking guy. Thin, but in decent shape and eclectic armed with funny stories including one about undercover AC/DC karaoke. Wasn’t even freaked out over my med changes bipolar shit. Figures. Why couldn’t I have met him 2 months ago, before all this mess?

He stood in the parking lot of the wine bar and asked me if there was a chance. I hesitated for a moment. It would be tempting to say yes…but unfair. Very unfair. I swallowed that and said there probably would have been had mitigating circumstances not already existed. That was the truth. 

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2 Days Later…

In typical “me” fashion, rather than saying anything, I just sent C this blog link. My therapist gave me hell about that, too. “Why can’t you just ask a simple question? Are you sleeping with him? Then you should ask. You deserve to know.”
“Yeah, but I don’t ask much from others when I’m in a relationship–“
“YES, I know. And you should! I would want to know. Any woman would want to know. It’s a simple question.”
“Well, I write to vent. It’s cathartic. I can air everything out at once.”
Silence.
“OK. But you should still ask.”

So…I didn’t ask. I sent.

And the response I got back?
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He sent me his confirmation email of his Match.com cancellation.

Then this:

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Maybe *not* asking and writing about it instead was just fine after all. I’m shit at talking. I really am. I think most writers probably are. 

So, problem solved? Time will tell.