Tale of 2 Bombs..

I have had several men tell me that they love me.  My common response is, "Thanks!"

This is a story about #33

I met #33 in about 2004.  He was forgettable.  I was in a relationship with #29 at the time.  He struck me as kind of a kid, barely a teenager.  He was tall and skinny--I wasn't impressed.  He was eager though (I like them a little eager).

I met him again at Chipotle in 2009.  Still tall, still skinny, still eager.  I flirted, then he got my phone number. 

We dated for about 4 months before he dropped the bomb (bomb #1), "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Oh really?

Well let me help you out there Bro--I'm gone.  Can't fall in love with a figment of your imagination. 

Pause:  I'm not insensitive guys.  No, really, contrary to popular belief.  It's just that  I didn't believe him.  He worshipped me, ALL parts of me.  He was sweet.  He thought I was beautiful--he had a "type" (most people do).  I was it.  Clearly, he was infatuated, not in love though.  I said, "thank you" anyways.

It ended right there; I wasn't good for him. At least that's what I told myself.  He needed a good woman, fresh start, no kids--I wasn't completely convinced he would find all that in a sexy package like mine, but I was sugar coating.  So it was cool to say.

We remained friends, we went out to breakfast weekly.  Time passed, his urgency faded, and he found another woman to worship.  He proposed to her; she accepted.  I should be out of the picture now, right?  Au contraire (that's French for HELL NAW)!!

I tried to remain cordial and keep contact with him.  He was my friend after all; I wanted to make sure he was ok.  Of course, the new fiancee didn't approve (I'm going to talk about friends of the opposite sex soon).  I didn't blame her.  Our friendship had reached its end. 

He texts me one day out of the blue, feet cold, doubting himself and his soon to be wife.  "I don't want to get married.  I'm in love with you."  (Bomb #2)

NO THE HELL YOU AIN'T!!

I talked him back from the ledge--he's now happily married by the way. 

Happy ending right?  Well not like a Chinese massage happy ending, but good for them. 

By the way, I'm still single.

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