Married Manwhore: Not so different from single Manwhore

Last Sunday I received an email from Manwhore.  It said, “I’m in Mississippi…You wanna see me tonight?”  Two hours later when I had not replied, he sent me another email.  It said, “You could at least email me back…my number is ***-***-**** now…new number.”   I still did not reply.

How is it that a man, barely married six months, can so easily cheat on his wife – the so-called “love of his life”?  Well, I know how.  He’s a douche-bag of epic proportions.  Actually I’m very proud of myself for even saying that.  There was a time when I was in total denial about that, but no more.  Also, I’m not trying to harp on Manwhore, or keep dredging up the past, but when he refuses to stop contacting me it becomes difficult.

Since he decided to be a cheating whoring dick and email me last weekend, I checked out his Facebook profile.  Of course I was not surprised by what I found.  Two weeks ago he posted, “I just wanna tell my wife that I Love Her and Miss her so much…I can’t wait till June 5th when you get moved down in our New House…”  That is just a prime example of Manwhore being his true self.  Telling his wife how much he loves & misses her one day, and then trying to fuck me the next.  God only knows how many women he’ll fuck before June 5th.

Should I feel sorry for her?  Nope.  Why not?  Because she knows exactly what kind of lying cheating whore he is, and yet she still married him.  Who knows?  Maybe she’s the same way and is just as much of a whore as he is.  Nah…she’s just a gold-digger.

I’m not sure what the point of this point started out being, but I started it one morning this past week and now it’s Saturday morning and I’ve lost my train of thought.  Mainly because I just got some great news this week.  I got a callback for that job that I interviewed for on Tuesday!  Yay!  They asked me to come back in this coming Tuesday to interview with the managers.  Sounds to me like I’ve actually got a chance of getting the job.

Also, after my interview last Tuesday, I went and looked at an apartment that is only one block away from that company’s office!  It would be so perfect.  I could walk to work, and it’s just my style…a little bohemian mixed with a little urban, oh, and it’s right above the bar/restaurant where Teacher performs a lot!  How perfect is that!  LOL

Today I’m at work counting down the hours until Teacher comes to whisk me away.  Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about Bossman.  Last weekend he had a motorcycle accident and has been in the hospital all week.  He’s home now, but he’s still recovering from a lot of broken bones.  I have no idea when he’ll be able to come back to work.  I’m glad he’s going to recover, but unfortunately his accident and recovery time is going to make my leaving even more difficult.  It’s not going to hinder my leaving;  it will just make me feel a little guilty leaving my job knowing that they are going to be short-handed.  However, I can’t pass up an opportunity this good, and I sure as hell am not going to miss out on being with Teacher and on getting that apartment. 

So hopefully by next week I’ll be able to give you some great news about the job and the apartment.  So keep your fingers, toes & penises crossed for me!

Happy humping!

Memorial Day Musings

So here I am at work, contemplating life’s wonderfulness and thanking the universe for sending me Teacher, and in walks Car Wash Guy.  In between contemplating and daydreaming, I was also doing some work for Bossman (who I’m not happy with right now, but I’ll explain that later).  So I was able to ignore CWG for a few minutes, but eventually he asked me a question about a camera and I had no choice but to acknowledge his presence.  After he asked me about the camera he quietly asked if I had changed my number.  I told him that I had and it was because I got a new phone from Bossman.

Then CWG said something odd.  He said, “I got my divorce.  She cleaned me out.”  Wait.  What?  I don’t remember him being married.  I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that.  When I questioned him about the married part he said, “Yeah, I told you I was in the middle of a divorce.”  Well, ok, whatever.  However, I swear I don’t remember him telling me any such thing.

He asked if I still had his number.  I lied and said I didn’t.  It’s probably still in my phone, because I’m too lazy to delete numbers.  So when he asked for my number I told him that I was seeing someone.  He quickly said, “Oh, ok, I’m sorry.”  Then he pretty much just left.  Thank God.

As I said, I had been contemplating and daydreaming before CWG came in.  So after he left I had a thought…wouldn’t it be so much better if I didn’t have to worry about “pop-up men” or any other men that I’ve known?  Seriously.  I’m taken now, and I hope to stay that way.  So why wouldn’t I wish I could just make them all leave me alone?

As I told Bossman after CWG left, I may have to reconsider my views on marriage.  I’ve always told Bossman that I wasn’t marriage material because I like variety too much, but I don’t think that’s very accurate.  My judgement when it comes to men has always been off, but when I’m seriously committed to just one person I’m a much more stable happy person.  So I don’t think liking variety has anything to do with it.  I think I just really want to be with one awesome person.  When I’m satisfied in a relationship then I don’t feel the need to look for other men.

Looking back on my past serious relationships, I was never a cheater.  It’s just not me.  It’s too stressful and the guilt can be overwhelming.  So even though I did cheat on my second husband right before I left him, it was only because I had already given up on the marriage and knew it would be over soon.  Not that it’s a good excuse for cheating.  There’s never a good excuse for that, but it’s at least an explanation.

I guess what I’m getting at is that I am no longer anti-marriage.  I wouldn’t really say that I’m pro-marriage either.  However, if people want to get married, then good for them.  People should be able to marry whoever they choose regardless of sex or race or religion.  No, I’m not going to start preaching about equal rights or legalizing gay marriage.  Although, I do believe it’s a God-given right to marry whoever you damn well please.  So, there.

Back to my point.  I was wrong.  Because I’ve had bad luck in the past when it came to marriage, and because I had to sit by and watch Manwhore go through his endless parade of marriages, and other valid reasons, I sort of lost faith in the institution of marriage.  Then I thought about my grandparents.  They were married for fifty years when my grandfather (a veteran of WWII who was awarded the purple heart by the way) passed away, and their marriage was as solid as they come.  I also know that there are lots of happily married couples out there.  So I know that not all marriages go down in flames like mine did.

I’m not sure how I got off on that whole marriage rant.  Maybe my outlook on life is changing and I’m developing a more positive outlook on life and things in general.  One can only hope!

Back to what’s been going on here lately.  Hopefully I will have everything sorted out soon.  I’ve applied for jobs in the town where Teacher lives, and I’ve also started scoping out possible houses/apartments to rent.  I’m just tired of living so far away from civilization, dealing with my bitchy sister, working this dead-end job, and missing out on precious time that could be spent cultivating my relationship with Teacher.  My goal is to find a job there and get moved there within two months.  I wish I could do it sooner than that, but that seems like a reasonable goal to set for myself.

Actually, yesterday I got an email from a guy who wants to interview me on Tuesday.  Yay!  He even asked me to come in early so that I could fill out some paperwork.  Paperwork is good!  I love paperwork!  I hope that means he is really interested in hiring me.  The job location couldn’t be better.  It’s right down the street from Teacher’s office, and the bar/restaurant where he plays at a lot, and I even found an apartment that might be for rent right there on that same street.  That would completely solve my car problem for the time being.  Ideally I would get the job, the apartment, and, well, I’ve already got the guy.  So there. 

I know this is one of my rambling posts, but that’s how my mind has been lately.  All over the place.  Thanks to Bossman who forgot to sign paychecks last week before going out of town, and then took $20 out of my check without telling me.  Oh, and because I didn’t get paid, our power got cut off.  I managed to get it turned back on, but only after sis bitched me out because she had to sit in the dark for a night.  Then yesterday, Bossman went off again without signing checks, and when he did finally come in, he didn’t bother apologizing for any of it.  It’s OK though, because I’m taking off Tuesday for my interview and will hopefully be telling him to take this job and shove it come next Friday!

Happy humping & hug a veteran this weekend!

Drawn to the music(ian)

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.

1. Rocker (you don’t know about him yet)
2. O’Brother (another you don’t know about yet)
3. Curly (and another…)
4. Musicman
5. Yankee Cowboy
6. Bluegrass
7. Bobblehead Nerd
8. Smooth (Ok, I’ll just have to add all these guys to the book. I didn’t realize I had left out so many.)
9. Rocketman
10. Mountain Man
11. Art
12. Endymion
13. Teacher

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. 

Happy humping & play on!

Mommy Dearest

My mommy does love me!  She agreed to come with me to hear Teacher after all.  Screw my sister.  At least my aunt and my mom still care about my happiness.

At the restaurant we had some awesome food, and when we got there Teacher and Jacket (his friend & singing partner) were ready to go on stage.  I think as soon as they started my mom was impressed. It wasn’t until later though that she leaned over and told me, “I’m feeling it.”  I asked, “Feeling what?”  She simply said, “Feeling it.”  LOL I love my mom.  I know that was her way of saying that she approves of Teacher.

Then he solidified her approval. He sang the following song in a perfectly bluesy slightly churchy style. Mom was hooked.  She even leaned over and asked me, “What did you tell him?”  Evidently she thought that I had said something to Teacher when he and I were outback taking a smoke break.

Just so you know, I rarely introduce men to my family, especially to my parents.  Of the few that I have introduced to them, there was only one who they actually liked, and we all know how that turned out.  So I really don’t hold much faith in their opinions on who I date.  In this case however, since it was only my mother, and not my father or sister giving their approval, I do hold a lot of faith in her opinion.  Not that it would stop me from seeing Teacher if she hadn’t of approved, but it sure doesn’t hurt to know that he gets momma’s stamp of approval.

While we were enjoying our dinner, my mom did mention that the reason my sister was acting like a spoiled brat was because she didn’t want me to get hurt again.  Personally I think that’s just some bullshit line she fed them to make herself out to be the caring supportive sister.  If she cares so much why doesn’t she act like it and instead of being a bitch, just meet him first and then tell me what she thinks of him.  She hasn’t even given him a chance.  No, she just wants my mom and aunt to think she’s the level-headed one who can do no wrong.

They aren’t as naïve as she thinks.  They know that even though I’ve made mistakes, I am almost a decade older than she is and I’ve had a lot more time to live my life, albeit in a more adventurous way.  I live and love passionately, and I’m not going to apologize to anyone for that.  I’m certainly not going to regret any decisions that I’ve made that have helped lead me to Teacher.

I worked it out perfectly so that they could leave early and I’d stay and ride with Teacher. As mom and my aunt left, my mom waved goodbye to Teacher.  OMG.  She approves! Hallelujah, praise Jeebus, and thank the Lawd Almighty!  Now let’s go to church!  Preach it Al!

Happy humping & praise the Lawd y’all!

Sibling Rivalries: The Bitch is Back

I think I’m having a panic attack.  My chest hurts, I’m sweating, it feels like someone is trying to choke me, my head is spinning, and I want to cry.  I guess I should thank my wonderful family for this.  Ever since they arrived this evening it’s been nonstop chaos and noise and tension and stress.  I tried to keep myself busy.  I did my laundry, the dishes, and finally just decided to hide up in my room.  Who knows how long the peace and quiet will last though.  We’ve got a shortage of beds again and I’ll be damned if I end up having to sleep with my sister and nephew again.

My plan of taking them out to dinner tomorrow night was shot to shit as soon as I mentioned it to my aunt.  My sister heard me and said in a snotty tone, “You’d better be saving for a car instead.”  I told her to shut up, and then she said something about me using her truck (the one I bought her) to get to work.  Considering she’s not working now and I’m the one with a full-time paying job, I think it’s in both our best interest for me to actually go to work.

After that little comment though, I decided that instead of getting into a fight with her in front of my mom, aunt, little brother and nephew, I’d just not say anything else.  There’s nothing I can say anyway that would make her stop being such a selfish bitch.

Since I still haven’t found another car, I think I’m just going to call the mechanic Monday and tell him to put a new motor in mine.  At least that way I can get my car back and then get the hell out of this house…permanently.  It’s sad that she’s pushed me to the point where once I get out of here, I probably won’t speak to her for a very long time.  I have no reason to anymore.  All she does is judge, bitch, criticize, and complain about how I choose to live my life.  She’s worse than my parents ever were.

Happy humping!