Cue Freddie Mercury - Another One Bites the Dust

The thing about me (which is kind of why I started this blog) is that things present themselves to me that don't present themselves to most regular people.  I guess that is why I found myself recently caught in a text message romance (and yes I do have Lady Gaga's Bad Romance singing in my head - only the Chipettes are singing it.....that's a facebook posting for another time).

Now I will be the first to admit that a lot of this stems from a massive need for my ego to be fed. Many years of insults and lack of affection can drive a gal to that.  I mean who doesn't want to hear positive things about oneself in areas where one is the most self critical? Well I eat it up like a starving puppy left out to fend for itself on a rainy night. I will fully admit  it - Pa-thet-ic (again the OC over annunciation).

This guy was VERY cute.  Yes I know you men hate to be called that - but sorry - he was.  After sending the picture to my friend - even she was surprised how cute he was.  I am talking way out of my league - what could this guy possibly want with me besides sex kind of cute.  (I really try not to question these things, but experience has sadly taught me to do so).  He claimed that he wasn't looking for sex & rather preferred to get to know the person before getting into bed with them. (REALLY? ok he has my attention now)  He claimed he loved my personality and my sense of humor. (Well - how could he not?) When presented with a picture of me in a shirt that Belinda & Belilse were fighting each other to fall out of (I didn't realize the shirt was that low cut until I sent it in my defense) - he said it was sexy.  When I told him I was too lazy to change out of the top for work - so I put on a tank top under it - he said he thought it would be cute.  When I said it was covering his favorite part - he told me my face was his favorite part.  When I told him nice save - he told me he was serious and that he loved my face.  Readers - I swore at that moment I found my Patti Stanger match made in heaven. Angels played their cornation trumpets, birds were chirping and I suddenly found myself enjoying love songs. (thank god THAT is over).  Then it started to shift.  He stopped texting me first.  I let it slide for a bit because he had been so good about it.  Then he stopped responding as frequently.  I was told he was working crazy hours, but loved reading my texts on his breaks.  That bought him a couple of days.  Then he got sick and that was his reason for not responding.  When he was better - it was back to me sending the 1st message - 2 lines of exchange & no response the rest of the day.  When I finally posed the question is this even really worth pursuing due to crazy schedules (and of  all the excuses which i didn't text) - I got silence for a response.  Well babycakes - 2 can play at that game!

There were multiple attempts to actually get together so that our "imaginary" relationship could transgress into a real one.  Each attempt failed.  Either I was with my son, he was working late or he decided the gym was more desire able than fighting 3 separate freeways of traffic to get to me.  I don't know the reason why this started so positive and ended so empty and I doubt I will ever know.  In 3 days - he number gets deleted as I am sure that I will not hear from him by then & usually my limit for silence.  (yes I know I still haven't deleted Fred out yet and I haven't heard from him since December......).  His loss really (well that's what I keep telling myself)

Lesson learned my pretties - If it seems to good to be true - it usually is.  Just don't be mad the next time I question what the F Mr. Hottie wants with me - this ain't this cowgirls first rodeo.