What Goes Around Comes Around
As I mentioned in an earlier post (um, hello, I only have a day and a half of posts), DC is essentially a small village, with new members of the tribe flitting (is that a word??) in and out on a daily basis. Because of its relative size, you are likely to have three (or a maximum of four) degrees of separation between any other person in the city proper, two (or fewer) if you happen to be gay.
In my quest for my ever-elusive boyfriend, I have met some great potential suitors and some not-so potential anybodies, but all learning experiences none the less. As the dating pool becomes smaller (more kiddie pool-ish in fact), the higher the likelihood that one date will at least know of, dated or slept with your ex. Case in point, I was out with a very nice guy a few weeks back and the topic of conversation turned to exes. As I was describing a young man whom for quite some time I was convinced was the love of my life, a look of sheer horror crossed this man's previously smiling face. "His last name isn't ______, is it?" Now we both had matching looks of fear on our faces. I didn't even need to respond. My gaze alone sent my suitor in to a 30 minute tirade as to how this man, the man I dreamed of spending the rest of my life with (at one point), the man who actually spoke the words "I love you" to me at the precise moment I was feeling the same emotion, the man whom I was willing to give up a great home and career in order to move across the country to be with because it was too hard to be apart (does someone have a tissue? God I was nauseating) is the same man being described as, and I quote: "the weirdest, most self-centered ass-user (now that, I know, is NOT a word) I have ever met." Yes, this man is apparently not only a total jerk, but a serial liar. Although our breakup was amicable (due to a job transfer among other things), I always saw him in a good light. But not only did my date have a wealth of four letter words to use to describe what he thought about him, but then he proceeded to reel off a laundry list of other guys (some of whom I knew) who had been burned also. Which got me thinking, although I like to think of myself as a good former bf/date/whatever, are there guys in DC bashing my name unmercilously? My answer has to be a resounding yes. If I am doing it to others, then others must be doing it to me. I know for a fact I sent one guy in to therapy and one other literally followed me to a new beau's place after our break-up to confront him for "stealing me away." He subsequently would drive by this guy's place on a weekly basis in order to freak him out. I am not perfect, far from it, but I can never be too sure if a group of guys I see out at any of the local bars is actually checking me out because they like what they see or my reputation has preceded me.
Lesson Number Four: Karma. Enough said.
In my quest for my ever-elusive boyfriend, I have met some great potential suitors and some not-so potential anybodies, but all learning experiences none the less. As the dating pool becomes smaller (more kiddie pool-ish in fact), the higher the likelihood that one date will at least know of, dated or slept with your ex. Case in point, I was out with a very nice guy a few weeks back and the topic of conversation turned to exes. As I was describing a young man whom for quite some time I was convinced was the love of my life, a look of sheer horror crossed this man's previously smiling face. "His last name isn't ______, is it?" Now we both had matching looks of fear on our faces. I didn't even need to respond. My gaze alone sent my suitor in to a 30 minute tirade as to how this man, the man I dreamed of spending the rest of my life with (at one point), the man who actually spoke the words "I love you" to me at the precise moment I was feeling the same emotion, the man whom I was willing to give up a great home and career in order to move across the country to be with because it was too hard to be apart (does someone have a tissue? God I was nauseating) is the same man being described as, and I quote: "the weirdest, most self-centered ass-user (now that, I know, is NOT a word) I have ever met." Yes, this man is apparently not only a total jerk, but a serial liar. Although our breakup was amicable (due to a job transfer among other things), I always saw him in a good light. But not only did my date have a wealth of four letter words to use to describe what he thought about him, but then he proceeded to reel off a laundry list of other guys (some of whom I knew) who had been burned also. Which got me thinking, although I like to think of myself as a good former bf/date/whatever, are there guys in DC bashing my name unmercilously? My answer has to be a resounding yes. If I am doing it to others, then others must be doing it to me. I know for a fact I sent one guy in to therapy and one other literally followed me to a new beau's place after our break-up to confront him for "stealing me away." He subsequently would drive by this guy's place on a weekly basis in order to freak him out. I am not perfect, far from it, but I can never be too sure if a group of guys I see out at any of the local bars is actually checking me out because they like what they see or my reputation has preceded me.
Lesson Number Four: Karma. Enough said.
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