Earlier today I was walking to my gaming club... anticipating what would be a normally fun day of moving miniatures and rolling dice. A couple minutes away from it, my heart skipped a beat, I almost stumbled and I almost felt like crying.
A few days ago, there was a thread wherein the OP professed being attracted to a girl primarily because her psychological problems which upset a great number of users, myself included. And I ended up thinking about one of my past relationships (again)... the last one to mean anything to me and the one that meant the most, in fact. And earlier today, I remembered what I felt when I looked at my stillborn daughter. This is a scar that's more than five years old, and while I had a reasonably good time today, I feel... so... damned... wracked.
I'll apologise, this is actually an advice on relationships thread and it's hardly the first one I've started, because I would like someone in my life again, but I can't help but think I'd be doing a hell of a lot of dragging. Perhaps a symptom, as it were, may be seen in my friendships. Virtually every one of my female friends is married. Only one is single, but to be fair, my only contact with her has been online. Anyway, I like to think I'm not a total ass, so being friends with married women is, for me, safe. I can't fuck up anywhere, because I know the line is there and I won't do anything that might threaten it.
Thus have I reverted to craven cowardice... unwilling to take any risk with a woman that might like me, or I might like, however unlikely, because I no longer believe I know how to make a woman happy... only how to comfort her when she's sad. If anything did happen, my first instinct would be to dump all my shit on her and say 'this is me, take it or leave it', as it would be necessary, sooner or later. And so, married women let me feel even slightly secure, that I still retain that faintest of abilities to converse with women, knowing how to make them laugh, able to say the right things irrespective of context for whatever reason and able to spend comfortable silences with them. But a single woman? Yeah, I'm off...
I do not wish to forget my past relationships, nor should I, but they affect me greatly and I cannot escape this. What is the compromise?
Captcha - love life...
What blessed irony...
A few days ago, there was a thread wherein the OP professed being attracted to a girl primarily because her psychological problems which upset a great number of users, myself included. And I ended up thinking about one of my past relationships (again)... the last one to mean anything to me and the one that meant the most, in fact. And earlier today, I remembered what I felt when I looked at my stillborn daughter. This is a scar that's more than five years old, and while I had a reasonably good time today, I feel... so... damned... wracked.
I'll apologise, this is actually an advice on relationships thread and it's hardly the first one I've started, because I would like someone in my life again, but I can't help but think I'd be doing a hell of a lot of dragging. Perhaps a symptom, as it were, may be seen in my friendships. Virtually every one of my female friends is married. Only one is single, but to be fair, my only contact with her has been online. Anyway, I like to think I'm not a total ass, so being friends with married women is, for me, safe. I can't fuck up anywhere, because I know the line is there and I won't do anything that might threaten it.
Thus have I reverted to craven cowardice... unwilling to take any risk with a woman that might like me, or I might like, however unlikely, because I no longer believe I know how to make a woman happy... only how to comfort her when she's sad. If anything did happen, my first instinct would be to dump all my shit on her and say 'this is me, take it or leave it', as it would be necessary, sooner or later. And so, married women let me feel even slightly secure, that I still retain that faintest of abilities to converse with women, knowing how to make them laugh, able to say the right things irrespective of context for whatever reason and able to spend comfortable silences with them. But a single woman? Yeah, I'm off...
I do not wish to forget my past relationships, nor should I, but they affect me greatly and I cannot escape this. What is the compromise?
Captcha - love life...
What blessed irony...