I’ve almost dreaded writing this post in a way. Although it’s been on my mind a lot lately, I just didn’t know what to think of it. It seems, after much thought and consideration, that I am intrinsically drawn to musicians when it comes to dating. What prompted me to finally post this was a friend request that I received on Facebook yesterday. It was from Endymion. Yes, the one and only. Even though I haven’t seen him in a year or even spoken to him in a very long time, he evidently still remembers me.
Don’t worry. I’m not interested in anything with him. I’ve moved on to greener pastures. My main point here is that after I accepted his friend request I saw that he has just graduated from a guitar building school. That reminded me that he also is a musician. So I started thinking back and trying to remember how many musicians I’ve dated or been out with. Here’s my list so far.
So, I’d have to say that for me to have never consciously made an effort to date musicians, I sure as hell do date a lot of them. The more I think about it, the more I remember. Luckily, after Googling “attracted to musicians“, I found out that I’m not the only woman afflicted with this problem. Research even shows that women really are more attracted to musicians. I really like this article that lists the “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re Attracted to Guys (and Gals) in Bands.” It all makes sense to me now and I know that I’m not some kind of groupie freak who unknowingly seeks out musicians to date. Whew, what a relief.
Mmm…sexy.
After all this thinking back and remembering and researching, I’ve come to the conclusion that even though I never thought I had a “type” physically, I definitely have a “type” musically. So I guess it’s a good thing that Teacher is such an awesome musician, because evidently that just makes me want him even more, without even realizing it.
Also, I couldn’t end this post without reiterating my love of Willie Nelson, who as you all know, is an awesome musician. Could this have contributed to my love of musicians? Maybe. If so, then they all owe Willie a debt of gratitude.
Actually this one probably happened on a regular basis a few years ago. However, my sister rarely drinks anymore, and I only drink when I’m out with Teacher. So we’ll reserve this one for holidays such as Halloween, St. Patty’s Day, and New Years Eve.
Sunday night (Cinco de Mayo) when I was with Teacher I did drink several beers by the fire. He told me later that he could tell I was getting a little drunk. I asked how he could tell and he said I “get cuter.” Hehe.
2. Driving while under the influence
As you all know I already had my little run in with the law over this one and I do not want a repeat of that. Twenty-two hours with Big Bertha in a freezing cold, overly bright jail cell was plenty for me.
3. Driving like a drunk granny
Last night as Fallen Angel, Little Bubba, and I were coming back from dinner we got pulled over. She and I both said, “What’d we do?!” She wasn’t speeding. Her tag isn’t expired. We had no idea. To make things worse, Little Bubba was in the back seat and he said, “Mommy I’m scared.” (Unfortunately he had acted up all night & I jokingly told him that if he didn’t behave I’d call the cops. Bad idea.) I had to reassure him several times after that the cop/sheriff’s deputy was the “good guy.”
Evidently, per the sheriff’s deputy, she was “driving 10 mph under the speed limit and weaving.” Her truck has rattled lately and it sounds like a raccoon is under the hood, so she’s been trying to take it easy and not drive too fast. She told the deputy that was why she was going so slow. He said that was ok, but she was also weaving and he just wanted to make sure she was alright. He also said “it’s your lane and if you want to use it all then that’s fine.” (The funny thing is that I tell her all the time that she weaves too much, but she never believes me. Finally I have proof! LOL)
He let us go on our merry way after that.
4. Failure to pay outstanding traffic tickets
This one seems to plague me and Fallen Angel. She got a ticket last year for having an expired inspection sticker, and to my knowledge she never took care of it. Of course I still have a couple of tickets that I’ve got to pay from when I was living in the Big Easy. That was another reason we both sort of panicked when she got pulled over last night.
5. Cavorting with 17-year-old boys
This one goes back to last year when I was talking to a guy from OKCupid.com. His profile said he was 18, but he turned out to be only 17. Once I found out, I quickly put a stop to any and all sexy talk and receiving of pictures from him. The threat of jail time was enough to scare me straight, and it prompted me to change my search to only guys 24 years old and up.
That wasn’t my first encounter with a 17-year-old though. Back when I was 22 I had a one-niter with my cousin’s co-worker. I didn’t know the guy was only 17 until after the dirty deed was done. I also didn’t know he was a virgin until it was too late. We live and learn, as the old saying goes.
So there’s my list of the top 5 reasons why the Preacher’s Daughters might get arrested. Thankfully I’ve only been arrested once, and my sister has yet to make that dreaded call to the Preacher from a jail cell at 2:00 am. Hopefully she never will, because if she does…I’m not bailing her ass out of jail. Not after the way she’s been treating me lately. By the way, she’s still being a bitch from hell.
Our mother and aunt are set to arrive tomorrow. It’s going to be a little Mother’s Day visit. The only thing I’m looking forward to is taking them all out to dinner Saturday night. No, I’m not looking forward to paying, but I am looking forward to having them meet Teacher and hear him perform. His duo is playing that night at the restaurant we’re going to. Hehe. See, I’m still capable of being a sneaky bitch myself. Fallen Angel hasn’t completely captured that title.
As many of you may know, I love my sister. We usually get along good enough and at times, we can make each other piss our pants laughing. This is not one of those times. I’m fighting the urge to take a Xanax just to calm my nerves and my temper now. Instead, I choose Metallica and I write.
A few weeks ago Teacher came over to the house at about ten one night. He had lessons that night and didn’t get done until about nine, so he made the hour drive to see me after he got done working. Just that he made the effort to come see me when he didn’t have to was enough for me. I was happy just to see him.
We had planned on hanging out for just a little while, maybe watching a movie, but things happen and we ended up having sex. Now unfortunately, I didn’t realize how squeaky my bed is, and my sister was briefly able to hear it. That pissed her off. What pissed me off was that she wouldn’t even come out of her room to meet him when he got here in the first place. Her major complaint other than the squeaky bed, was that he came over so late. Well, not everyone is unemployed and sits on their ass or plays with horses all day like she does. She doesn’t even bother to clean the house anymore. It’s a disaster.
So anyway, the next day she made it a point to chastise me for having him over so late and for having sex in “her house.” I think I’ve lived here long enough to say that it’s not just “her house.” In fact it’s not even “our house.” It’s my parents house, and soon to be the bank’s house. So my sister better get off her ass and start packing and coming up with a plan before she ends up living with my parents again.
But, alas, I can’t tell her any of this because she refuses to listen to anyone. She always thinks she’s right and knows it all. Every time I make a mistake, she never fails to remind me of it a dozen times. Yes, I know I’ve been a big ol’ hoe. You don’t have to remind me of it every other day. However, when she makes a mistake, she acts like it never happened. Remember that time in the van where she fucked a stranger in the back seat and then swapped places with Horse Whisperer? Yeah, me too. We all know how ugly I can get when I lose my temper. I don’t want that to happen again.
It’s very frustrating living with this type of person. Maybe that’s why we’ve never lasted more than six months living together. This is the first time that we’ve almost made it to a year, and if I was able to I would have moved out long ago.
Tonight I got home from work a little early. She said that her and Little Bubba were going to meet a friend and asked if I wanted to come along. They were going to do horse stuff so I said no. About ten minutes after they left she sent me a text.
Sis: “He needs to be gone before I get back.”
Me: “What?” (Because honestly I had no idea why she would think he’d be coming over.)
Sis: “I don’t want your bf there at night with [Little Bubba] there.”
Me: He’s playing somewhere tonight & he’s not coming here. Stop being a bitch.”
Sis: “Hell no. I’m not being a bitch. You fucked that up.”
At this point I’m really confused. Could she really still be upset about that night which was over three weeks ago??
Blah, blah, blah…
Sis: “Great. Don’t bring him to the house.”
Me: “I’m not. It’s too embarrassing for anyone to see this mess.”
Evidently that shut her up because she didn’t say anything after that.
I just don’t understand what’s wrong with her. She’s hated every man I’ve ever dated, even some that she never met. She hated my ex-husbands too. I have never treated her boyfriends the way she treats mine. Granted, she hasn’t had that many, but still…I guess what it really comes down to is that she is a selfish, using, controlling bitch most of the time. If she weren’t my sister, it would be very hard to love her. I think Little Bubba is the only thing that keeps us from getting really nasty with one another sometimes. Thank God for him.
I think that once I get another car and move out of here, and once she moves back to where my parents are, I will have to limit the amount of time that I spend with my family. All they do is make me angry and depressed. I can’t live with that in my life anymore. I’m moving on to better and happier times, with or without my family.
Yeah, I know. It’s another one of my declaration posts. Well, it’s either that or I go downstairs and start throwing her stuff in the yard and make a bonfire. Hmmm…nah.
I had my date with Teacher last Friday night. We went to dinner and then to a local club to hear a brass band from New Orleans. Before they came on though, we had to endure a trio of trucker types playing original songs about bailing the wife out of jail and other stuff that I couldn’t even make out. The brass band was awesome though. However, we didn’t stay very long because I had to work Saturday, and I also couldn’t keep myself from being naughty and flirtatious and just wanting to hurry back to the hotel room.
In other news, I really need to change my phone number again. My phone was vibrating non-stop that night. I don’t usually want to just completely cut off contact with everyone, but for some reason I’m finding it all too distracting and annoying. Right now, the only thing I want to concentrate on is being with Teacher. That means that I don’t need Manwhore, EB, Endymion, and the Ox texting me all night while I’m trying to spend quality time with a really great guy.
I know what my problem is…I’m too nice. Not all the time, but a lot of the time. Of course I have my evil bitch moments, but overall I’m very nice. That can cause problems when it comes to relationships that have ended, since some guys think they can just keep popping up whenever they feel like it. That’s really getting old, and I’m getting tired of constantly deleting texts from guys I don’t want to talk to anymore. I’m thinking a fresh start may be in order. Kill the weeds so the new flowers can grow.
I know I tend to jump into things too quick when it comes to relationships, but I’d like to think I’ve grown and learned a lot over the last few years. I’d also like to think that my taste in men has improved. Luck or fate may have more to do with it though, and I think fate has finally smiled on me. Of course it’s good to be cautious when first seeing someone, but being overly cautious can be bad. I don’t want to live my life afraid of taking chances or giving things/people a chance.
My sister loves to remind me of the things I’ve said in the past about men I’ve dated. I was talking to her last week and said something about how great Teacher is and how gentlemanly he is. She was quick to remind me that when I started dating Skaterboi I said that he treated me like a princess. We all know how that turned out. He was hardly a prince and treated me nowhere near like a princess toward the end of the relationship. But that’s just one relationship and one asshole. Not all men are like that.
If I’m being completely honest, even the ones that turned out to be assholes were always assholes. I just didn’t want to admit it in the beginning. I knew those relationships probably weren’t going to work out, but I had ulterior motives. Usually involving getting away from my family, great sex, or wanting to feel normal. Well, fuck normal. I just want to be with the right person for me. And by that I mean someone who I have a lot in common with, can be myself with, not have to hide anything from, and just be happy in life’s little moments. Who knows…maybe Teacher is that man.
I don’t want to be presumptuous, but he does do things to me that most men don’t. No, I’m not talking just about sex. Although the sex is awesome. I’m talking about how he makes me feel and how I feel about him. Like I said earlier, I don’t even want to hear from or talk to anyone else. They are just too much of a distraction, when all I really want to do is focus on Teacher. My interest in other men has disappeared, and that’s odd for me. I only get that way when I really like someone.
If I look back to the times when I was a “cheater” I can see that it was usually because of one reason. I wasn’t that into the guy I was with and allowed my sex drive to take over instead of my morals. I allowed myself to become what I hate most. I also knew that the ending of the relationship was inevitable and figured I could just hurry it along by cheating. Of course that’s not the best way of going about it, but it worked.
I don’t seem to have to worry about any of that with Teacher though. I can’t get rid of the pop-ups and lurkers fast enough. Speaking of fast enough…I’m trying to contain myself and not move too fast even though everything in me is telling me to just let go and let it fly. There’s a constant battle raging inside me, going back and forth between wanting to be the free spirit wanting to love and be loved, and the morally uptight prude who thinks I should hold back emotionally so that I won’t get hurt. The latter is exhausting though. It’s so much easier and less stressful to just let go and be with someone, not constantly thinking ahead and worrying about what might happen. Sure, I could get hurt, again, but so what? It happens. Then I dust myself off and move on.
Oh, and one last thing. Teacher knows about my blog, and he’s been reading it. So far I think he’s up to August 2011. The way I see it, if he makes it to the end and is still seeing me, then he’s a keeper for sure. Not all men can handle me and my crazy past and not be judgmental about it. He seems to be the type that can though.
This has been an insane week. I almost started to think it was Pop-Up Men time again, but it seems to have stopped at two. (I didn’t count Harry because he showed back up last week.) It started out with, are you ready for this? Manwhore. Yes, the very same Manwhore who got married to the Chicago Gold-Digger less than two months ago. At first I thought it was going to just be a text asking me to do some website work for him or something, but I was wrong. I was very wrong.
Manwhore sent me a few texts and then told me that he would be back down here in about a week. He asked if I wanted to come see him while he’s back in town. I was in shock. Has he really started cheating on her this soon after getting married? And if so, then why? Instead of wondering, I asked him. He said that he hasn’t cheated on her. This confused me even more. Why would he take that step into adultery with me of all people? His answer?
“I’ve just always at some point seen you and we ended up fucking.“
How’s that for disturbing? After all this time, and all my progress in trying to move on and get past that chapter in my life, he still thinks he can just pop up and I’ll come running to fuck him. Well, surprise, surprise…I’m not that weak “girl-in-love” anymore. I answered:
“It’s taken me a long time to get over you. I think it would be counter productive for me to come and fuck you now.”
I know it’s probably not the anger-filled reply that you might have expected, but I was trying to take the high road and be as polite as possible about it. There’s no need for me to stoop to his level anymore. I have overcome! This is real progress folks!
The next man to pop back up was my second ex-husband, The Ox. I know I haven’t told you much about him, and I plan to rectify that very soon, but here’s what happened this week. I was at work Wednesday and got a text from The Ox. That isn’t unusual. We still text each other occasionally, and I still consider him a friend. However, this text was different.
“Would you wanna get back together?”
Keep in mind that The Ox and I have been divorced for almost five years now. We were only together a total of four years. Even though I loved him, I have to admit that it was a doomed relationship. When I got that text from him, I didn’t know if he was joking with me or being serious. He has a tendency to be very sarcastic and never very serious about anything. So I asked him if he was being serious. He said that this time he was. I told him that I didn’t think it was a good idea, and that some things are best left alone. Again, I tried to be as nice as possible with my rejection text.
Why?! Why would anyone want this?!
Maybe the universe is just playing some sick joke on me. It can’t be normal for men to keep going back to a woman from their past like this. Is it? I sometimes wonder if I radiate some kind of vibes, or pheromones, or something, and I don’t realize it. There has to be an explanation for it. Maybe it’s just the power of the pussy that keeps them coming back for more. That sounds conceited, I know, but don’t forget…I’m the Cock Master.
