A Beautiful Snow

I love taking walks in the snow. Snow is one of Mother Nature's most beautiful creations. The whole world seems to be at peace when a gentle snow is falling. If you listen, you can actually hear the snow hitting the ground when you are walking, especially at night.

One of the best dates I ever had was a walk I took through downtown Asheville one night before Christmas over three years ago. It was cold, a light snow was falling, and Asheville was all lit up and full of the Christmas spirit. My life really slowed down that night and allowed me take a step back and really see life through a different set of eyes. They were still my eyes but for that one night, they belonged to someone else.

The Dating Archives

Almost everyone has dating stories of dates gone horribly wrong and I probably have more than my fair share. My college years could best be described as a segment in the movie Animal House but I tried hard (who am I kidding? I tried little but I was good at what I did (which was History, by the way), I graduated, and had a helluva good time.

I used to drink a little in college. Some of the time. Most of the time. All of the time. Some of that drinking caused me to get in a little bit of trouble and to exercise a little bit of bad judgement.

I was at this party at a friend of mine's house one night and I really got plastered. The last thing I remember was talking to this really cute blonde. At some point and time the cute blonde switched places with this girl that could have been a member of the Dallas Cowboys. About four hours later I woke up with this girl, fully clothed I might add, in my apartment. I do not know how that happened. My friends at the party had seen me leave with her, my roommates had seen me bring her home, so I had some serious damage control to do. I knew I didn't do anything with her because I passed out way before then and that is the truth.

When I woke up, I realized what had happened (and what didn't happen), went out and snagged my two roommates and it took all three of us to carry her out to our front steps and leave her. I felt guilty about that (I got over it), and she was gone the next morning.

I tried my damnedest to avoid everyone that had seen me with her that night for about two weeks but my "night of shame" eventually caught up with me. I still hear about it from one of my roommates.

Time To Think

I think Frank Sinatra may have said it best in his classic "My Way"
Regrets, I've had a few
but then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
and saw it through without exemption

When you are stuck in your house with an alcoholic roommate and a grouchy ass dog, you have a tendency to think to much. The possibilities for me are endless but I do not believe the possibilities exist here.

It is time I followed Frankie's advice and followed it through without exemption. It is time I did it my way and without regret.

Am I A Hater?

One morning a couple of weeks ago I was accused of hating someone (an ex-girlfriend). Hate is such an ugly word. I will be the first to admit that I hated the way she treated me, I hated what she did to me, and I hated the way she handled things (and is still handling things.) I did not or do I hate her the person. She is a Mom and a daughter and someone I used to care very deeply about.

Do I have a reason to hate her? Yes I probably do but that type of feeling is very counter productive and a large reason as to why I have been able to stay friends with almost all of my ex-girlfriends. At one point and time, they were all positive contributors in my life. Me and this ex will never be friends again. Her actions spoke louder than any of her words ever could.

The Final Say

I got a "text lashing" from an ex-girlfriend yesterday and I guess it was the final say for both of us. Accusations wered made, angry texts flew back and forth and my final words were "be happy." She told that my belief that I was not "that guy" is "bullshit" and that I have my final say in my blog all the time where I take my shots at her. I have a simple solution for that- stop reading my blog.

I must admit that some have been directed at her whereas most have been a composite of several of the psychos I have dated. I believe that my ex-psychos comprise the large majority of my readership. I guess it is like watching a train wreck- they want to see what I have to say and what my interpretation of events were.

I was told I am full of "bitterness and spite." Einstein defined insanity as doing the same things over and over and expecting a different result. What result did she expect? The guys who are just after sex can let it go much easier than I can. I am still not "that guy" and I will never be that guy. I stand behind that statement. Be as happy as you say you are or at least stay on your medication.

Platonic Friendships

My platonic friendships are what keeps me going most of the time. I don't believe jealousy has a place in a trusting relationship. I have found jealousy to be counter productive. History has also taught me that if they are acting jealous, then they are probably the one that is up to something. The jealousy is overcompensation to cover up what they are doing. I have been through it before and refuse to go through it again. My faithfulness has cost me before but as I have said many times, I refuse to be "that guy."