The Sheer Audacity and Stupidity..A vent on stupid men

Alright, Long time no talk but I have to just share my sheer outrage and anger that this happened.

The story is this-
I am on a dating site currently, and it is one I belonged to about six months before. When on this site I got completely fed up with psychos, desperate, and utter retardness of men I found on that site.
The clincher is when I connected with someone in my real life...long story short on that- six months that I will never get back.
When I dumped the loser, I was renewed in my efforts to stop the dating game, and find someone to just be with... long term.
I have since then refind my search criteria and changed what I was attracted to most.
I am smarter now, and more picky, however I've had some losers, a desperate and in denial man, a guy who is super busy, but seems to now be the most likely candidate(If it could move into a more dependable and serious thing).
I went out with this guy for a total of three dates. TRUST ME, he is very ambitious and is driven to make it happen. He is sweet, fun, not clingy, non desperate, very mature, and stable man. The sex is fun, and he always cooks me terrific meals at his house.
The only problem is it just hadn't moved into anything more than a mutual attraction and base level dating. And actually, I haven't fallen passionately in love with him...HOWEVER, it does not mean I can't, I just have trained my heart to not get all dopey when the guy hasn't suggested anything serious.

BUT THIS JOURNAL IS NOT ABOUT HIM!!!
I have still dated, and yes, slept with, a few guys- ALWAYS DOUBLY PROTECTED!!!
I was frustrated and disheartened by the amount of guys that lied, and used women, lure them on and then disappear if they get laid.
BUT- wow it only was yesterday... it feels like a week. It was very intense fast and then he fucked up and I have shut my heart down.
Okay so two days ago I recieved an email from a guy that caught my interest. I was unable to get to the site to read the whole email but I got the email notification on my phone which gives the name, the title of the email on the site, and one line of what he wrote.

It said, "A very fat man(not me) is going to come over and kidnap you using a burlap sack."
Honestly, it scared me a little. Since I've dealt with actual stalkers, I thought it might've been a warning or a threat.
But the email title said "Corny Line I know"
So yesterday I went online to read it.
What it REALLY said was,
"A very fat man(not me) is going to come over and kidnap you using a burlap sack.
- I asked Santa to bring me a present!"
I laughed, it was original and funny. The guy had quite a few pictures and was a VERY LARGE MAN- Okay I hate to use the term but it's the only most accurate description- He is a MORBIDLY OBESE MAN.
But, he had a really cute face and his profile quote was really spot on.
He wrote a very funny, detailed, intelligent, and caring profile.
It talked about him just recieving gastric bypass surgery and he's lost 200lbs. so far and keeps dropping.
Honestly he did the right thing, is working to correct his problem and health. He later divulged to me that his obesity started because of a deep depression.
That touched me really. I know first hand what depression can do to you... I still battle with its effects to this day.
His profile talked about his life, his job, his views, political/religious beliefs(like mine), his likes and dislikes of things, what he was his job was and what his hopes were, he talked about the (in a really generalized and not "poor me" way) past mistakes he made in relationships and what he was looking for(describing me quite well)
His writing to me described about him(and that's what I gleaned from it not what was actually written) being caring, wanting to seriously settle down into something steady and really just touched me.
I wrote an email back to him and like intuition- he came right online at that moment.
He wrote a response, and I emailed him back but before I could finish it; he contacted me on the sites IM services.
We spoke for a little bit, and he was funny, genuine and very appealing. So we switched to yahoo, and used a more reliable and faster chat.
I am not one who waffles or draws out situations out of fear. I am in a business that requires complete control and safety on all aspects of my life.
IN OTHER WORDS- I have a subscription to the most thorough and completely invasive dectective site online. So I have the freedom of checking everyone, first and mostly for my job(got it after a very scary attack), but also to verify the honesty and integrity of who I got interested in contacting on this dating site. It is a paranoid habit I have developed but it's keeping me safe from some really just delusional and sometimes scary stalkers that I have encountered on there before.
So, I checked him out: and not only did he come back financially, lawfully, and intimately safe person.
The chat really becomes quite lively and fun. We used the phone call feature on yahoo and talked awhile before trusting each other to give our real phone numbers.
I have a quickly and sure decision making trait, and also really forward nature.
I wanted to quickly meet this guy because he was saying all the right things and you could tell it wasn't bullshit.
SO we agreed to meet(in public and my "Safe" and also "Cheers" like) bar.
He had two drawbacks that I was willing to test and see if it would work.
He was a non-smoker and I was respectful and because of his gastric bypass he could only rarely on occasion have only one glass of wine( his stomach was removed and went directly to his liver and bloodstream. Wine just happened to be his preference. But he had to be safe to not damage his apparently sensitive liver). I myself am a legal vices used to freely girl. I chain smoke cigarettes, only started the constant smoking of them due to life stressing situations. And I am now smart and carefully monitor my drinking but I have streaks of drinking socially quite regularly. Then sometimes I just don't feel like it and go from anywhere of a month to upwards of six months without even drinking a beer.
But I like the atmosphere of bars, it was a safe public place, and I enjoyed drinking. It's a habit I developed after spending a long amount of time in Vegas.

**OKAY SO I KNOW THIS IS INCREDIBLY DETAILED BUT I HAVE TO SPIT IT ALL OUT- AND IT PAINTS A COMPLETE INSIDE PICTURE TO GIVE YOU "My Understanding" OF THE SITUATION**

Okay so I am not always understood by guys who've just moved here or are somehow traumatized by it and just avoid it completely. Vegas is a TERRIBLE TOWN to come to if you have any sort of ADDICTION at all. But- if you're strong and smart- you learn to be a very much more liberal kind of person.
Since everything is 24/7 it's not unheard of getting together and drinking at about (well honestly in my hard core partying phase it would be even as early or honestly late depending on if I've been there til then, or was just available to drink then) 1-2:00p.m. For myself, I had a limit of alcohol I would drink to recieve my acceptable "lightly buzzed" state. I learned I really didn't like having the spins or barfing, and in this town you seriously always need to have your wits about you. So I may drink a lot at first, but I actually wait til each drink fully takes effect on my body and then decide to either go for more from there or cut back to a drink an hour to maintain but further intoxicate my system(Oh the wonderful joys of taking abnormal psych. and a seminar on the effects of alcohol on your system that was very clinical and How-To).

PHEW! Sorry I know its a totally apparent tangent there but I wanted to stress my rules and regulations for drinking. I am careful and maybe overly paranoid but I refuse to become an alcoholic those in my family, and really alcohol wasn't my "poison of choice" which I stopped doing when I was 25 and realized I needed to grow up(I used to smoke pot, loved it...and would smoke it over a drink anyday back then). SOO!!! NO!! I am not addicted to alcohol. It's a really social thing for me(there is nothing more depressing and just plain stupid way of drinking than to be alone and drinking...umm D'UH- Alcohol is a depressant- only smart to drink when you're happy and relaxed...not as a means of escaping a problem or to become numb from- definition of addiction).
All this says is that some people get weary of "Vegas' ebb and flow" if they're not what is considered a "Native". You get that title after you've lived in Vegas for more than six years.

OKAY BACK TO THE ORIGINAL POINT AND REAL STORY NOW:
I hung out with this guy, which out of respect I will not mention the dating site, the screename he uses, or any personal info about this guy. This is about me venting; not about defaming or humiliating him.
We got a long REALLY WELL. And I mean this when I say, that his personality complimented mine in every way. And he also had a stabilizing force to my hyper, talkative, and sometimes loud personality.
He would stare at me with the most gorgeous, hypnotizing, and completely attracted to me; eyes.
He listened intently to my nervous, and utterly just "diaherrea of the mouth" babbling. :D
He talked and engaged in the conversation and we found that we had very similiar tastes. Only he actually likes chick flicks and dramas but isn'ta fanatic of Horror. Whereas I am the complete opposite- I will avoid chick flicks and dramas like the plague(I hate things that make me cry- like it was that moving and potentially depressing) but honestly if someone suggests one or I think it might have an original plot... then I'll watch it. And those happen to be the ones I enjoy. Otherwise I am a fanatic of Horror. LOVE THE GORE- THE REALISTIC BLOOD SQUIRTS AND REALISTIC BODY MATTER. I am a connoisseur of horror but love the classics and foreign.
It's fantastic for an escape from reality and also it's proven that our primal urges are to get aroused from being scared or violence.

**OKAY, CHECK OUT MY NEXT IMMEDIATE POST ON THE GREATEST HORROR/COMEDY FLICK OUT IN THEATERS RIGHT NOW- INCLUDES A LINK ON HOW TO WATCH FREELY AND ON YOUR COMPUTER ALL SORTS OF MOVIES AND THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR**

But I digress. This guy was the one I'd been looking for. Intelligence, humor, personality, caring and sensitive, and just right guy to get into a steady relationship with.
I was foolish and just full of hope. But I gave in too quickly. I acquiesced to him and gave him power over me; trusting that he would be the one to not abuse this power.
So the night drags on, I am attracted to this(yes, he is obese. But I am more attracted to intelligence, humor, caring attributes than to shallow attributes that would be more attracted to body type and whole looks package) man incredibly. He had these amazing eyes(he is taller than I am with a square strong looking chin, a nice and neat mustache and goatee that looked good on him, dark brown hair-REALLY DARK- and amazing, BEDROOM SEXY, blue-green eyes. And I trusted the look in his eyes as really liking and wanting the same as I. So I felt safe to invite him back to my house, and have sex with him. YES I USED TO PROTECTION, EVEN BIRTH CONTROL SO EFFECTIVELY THAT NOT EVEN ONCE HAVE I HAD A WHIFF OF A PREGNANCY SCARE. I am not stupid.
It was really quite great, not totally fucking awesome, but I did umm...well I came and enjoyed the experience quite well. I was actually worried at first, because he was still a large man- with a rotund belly- I wondered how it would be possible to have a comfortable fit with positions and non asthma attacking way. WELL LET ME TELL YOU THIS!!
(Oh and side note I found so cute and endearing, was he wanted to keep his under tee-shirt on. But I was fucking blind to anything but how attracted I was to him. I asked him to take it off it was not a deterrent to me. PLUS- I really get off on the sweating and naked skin rubbing against naked skin, feeling.)
We found a way to make it completely comfortable. AND HE HAS STAMINA...AND ENERGY!!! That night we had sex four times before I begged off, I was just plain drained from the enjoyment. I had not thought to look at his age since his picture, in person, and sexually prowress made me think he had to be younger. Guys who are my age and older, typically lose that energy and vitality because once they hit thirty their testosterone levels drop by 1% per year. BUT I WAS SHOCKED! He's FORTY!!!
And honestly that is quite a few years older than the age range I accept and even advertise on my profile that I would even consider talking to. But it felt comfortable and not the least bit like our age was a pressing and uncomfortable in the least!
That night he cuddled up to me and slept a small amount of time with me- it was nice. I am not an overtly affectionate person nor do I even attempt/like cuddling. (I was with a controlling, manipulative and mental/emotionally abusive man- who used me- and never showed an ounce of affection and in the three years we were together- we NEVER KISSED!!! I finally realized the abuse and dumped the ass quite quickly and just never cared about it. I realized the problem was me punishing myself and I never EVER loved him or cared an ounce about him)
BUT- it was actually at that point exciting to regain and even felt the most completely happy; cuddling with him til we fell asleep!! I set the alarm early enough for him to get home and be ready for work.
TODAY, I ACTUALLY DID NOT PLAN TO SEE HIM; I HAD TWO OTHER PLANS PREMADE. One was to go with a nice enough friend, to see Cirque Du Soleil's "O" since I had never even seen a show on the strip before. He got them free, but set for a specific date and time(despite the fact that that show is on every night two times), and I was originally excited that I would get to go.
I had finally reached my limit with the problems that my computer was having. Not to into minute detail on a boring and pointless detail, but basically my computers version of Windows was so, I guess, advanced that a lot of software companies that are somewhat necessary to have the complete and normal access to the website(like Flash Player- FREE and COMPLETELY dependent on the Companies to finance their programs).
I had obsessively searched for the answer- don't get me on a rant about that- found some suggestions that never worked for me...and I just got plain fed up and impatient.
SO IT JUST SO HAPPENS- That this guy I had gone ga-ga over was an elite and incredibly great with computers. He repaired them for a living. He had a job that at a certain time of day, he was on call, but could really do anything he wanted unless he got a call for a job.
I texted him that I was fucking pissed off to the point of throwing my computer against the wall. He told me that there was an easy and simple correction for it that would definitely work. I kept asking him how I could get ahold of it, like find a download or setting I could do myself to get it going. He replied with what I took as a vague and implying comment of his want to come see me and do it himself. So I needled him and he said he had the complete cure available readily and for free and agreed to come over and do it then, and be done by the time I needed to leave for my plans to go to the show.
OH YEAH- MY OTHER PLAN FOR THAT NIGHT...WAS TO GO ON A SECOND DATE WITH ANOTHER POTENTIAL GUY...SINCE I WAS KEEPING MY OPTIONS OPEN...WAITING FOR THE RIGHT ONE.
SO!!! He came over and started to fix my computer for me. At first everything was fine. And really I was in a state of wanting to stay at home, be comfortable, and just chill. So I fibbed to my first obligation...and invited him to hang out and after fixing the system would finally get to do the one thing that was fucked up and unable for me to do. We would watch a pirated movie.
OKAY SO HERE IT IS... THE NEED FOR THE BITCHING AND VENTING- THE MEAT OF THE STORY... This is when things started to go bad.
First of all, I am pretty fucking smart...not a college trained professional with computers and electronics. But considered the family "Guru" and "Go To Girl" for all the electronics in the house and really for my other family members too. BUT!!! I treasure and think that spending a lot of money to get a really great piece of a equipment, is worth it to splurge.
I HAVE ALSO THE VERY NASTY HABIT of being a control freak. Which came out when he would try something with my computer that made me uneasy, or it stumped him for about a second. I tried...and this was honestly just trying to be helpful, BUT WOE BE UNST TO ME, A MEER MORTAL OF COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE; suggesting options to him that I had used in the past and had worked. BUT- NOT ONLY WAS I QUICKLY AND ABRUPTLY TOLD I WAS WRONG...BUT he then went on to patronize me and tell me exactly(as if that really interested me...just tell me no, and fix it yourself...) how and why I was wrong.
Alright, MENTAL NOTE TO SELF: A REALLY good red flag to look out for with the fragile and insecure men, and to avoid, is- NEVER NEVER NEVER tell, well really just a good rule of thumb with anyone male or female, your exact IQ. FIRST OF ALL, I will be the first to toot my own horn, and say "Yeah I have a really high intelligence level" but try to be modest and just jokingly refer to myself as a, "Self Proclaimed Genius". I've never liked to just outright brag since I know that is an incredibly unappealing and really a common pitfall with Incredible Geniuses who've specialized in something with zeal. BUT- just a quick tangent. There was a guy awhile ago who pulled an almost similar stunt, when he just all of a sudden got puffed up with hot air and TRIED to tell me SOMETHING ABOUT MY SPECIALITY AND SOURCE OF INCOME...AND I MAKE A FUCKING TON OF MONEY BECAUSE I AM THAT GOOD, and I stay updated on any and all new theories, discoveries, or astute observations about a certain type of disorder. SO.. THIS GUY GOT COMPLETELY DISSED- I really can't stand to be rude intentionally, unless the person deliberately and hurtfully insulted me...OMG!!! If that happens, THEN WOE BE UNST TO YOU!!! I will go ZERO TO BITCH 0.3 seconds if that happens- WHEN HE STARTED TO CORRECT ME ON MY INTIMATE UNDERSTANDING OF THE INTERWORKINGS AND ACCURACY ON PSYCHOLOGY. Yeah, in that way I am fucking KING OF THE HILL. ESPECIALLY, when they mouth off on a subject they know nothing about, took on unverified info. AND HAS PROVEN TO BE THE INCORRECT WAY. OH!! And this is great. He started to tell me an absolute fact that he knew, but wasn't popularly/publicly reported on the 9/11 attack. He began to lecture me(and yes I also keep up on all political info. and reports as it is important to me to not be swayed by idiots like him, and to not make an ass out of myself in my understandings and beliefs on it.) that THE REAL CULPRIT, in his verbatim words, "Afghanistan was the dog that bit us, BUT RUSSIA is the dog owner, trainer, gave the attack command, and oh yeah provided them with the teeth". I found this unbelievable really, and started to politely question him on where he gleaned his info. or this revelation was posted- You know, so I could "verify" it.
Again, in his exact words, "Oh no. I didn't have to have any info available to me. I just sat down and thought really hard about it and realized this to be the truth"
OH! FYI- 1. Never push opinion on others as a truth they just HAVE to accept. It's stupid and just like all those obnoxious religious retards that feel it is their duty to CONVINCE YOU, that theirs is the ONLY correct path. And...2. HE HAD NEVER EVEN BOTHERED TO KEEP ON ANY FORM OF POLITICAL DISCUSSIONS FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS!!!! What a fucking kicker.
Yeah I just never called him again and have avoided his calls. THE FUCKING NERVE!!

SO YEAH, I JUST LITERALLY WENT THROUGH THIS ALMOST MIRRORED SITUATION(only I wasn't infatuated with the guy, just interested) and WENT BLINDLY AND NAIVELY BACK INTO IT AGAIN!!!
So back to my observation on why you never tell anyone your actual IQ number. Because not only have those tests have been seen as unreliable and outdated ways of calculating intelligence, BUT ALSO- if people are lower in score or feel less intelligent than you, they will become insecure and challenging of all your ideas, but will start to judge and expect OUTLANDISH abilities from you. So, back to Yesterday and the fucker who was installing my fix to my computer.
He asked me what my IQ number was. I simply told him my refusal to share with anyone ever that number- A. There is NEVER a specific number like 146, there are guessimated ranges, (oh yeah and if they give a specific number...then they're lying out their ass)
B. IQ tests don't accurately predict intelligence, C. IN MY BELIEF ONLY( WARNING EDCUATED YES BUT STILL JUST AN OPINION)- intelligence isn't based on some single, wildly generalized/assumed test, NOR education of any level like book smarts, street smarts, or common sense- NO IN MY OPINION- If I can explain to you(yes even in the most simplest of terms, I have been known to use the series, "Idiot's Guide to..." to learning things that are not my specialty or I don't understand the - well really only one subject I just don't understand past the very simple basics, is Math) something, anything- even those you've either never thought of or is just out there but realistic and probable- AND YOU COMPREHEND MY IDEA, UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT, ANNNDDD CAN AGREE THAT EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK THAT, JUST MAYBE, IT'S A POSSIBILITY.... THEN I WILL SAY YOU ARE AN INTELLIGENT AND REASONABLE PERSON.

AND RIGHT AFTER, I told him my refusal with a simple explanation, he proceeded to tell me his IQ number. (OKAY OKAY, I'LL BRAG HERE AND DIVULGE, BUT ONLY TO SHOW HIS UTTER INFERIORITY AND THE REASONING BEHIND MY DENIAL TO SIMPLY ACCEPT HIS WORD, AND ALSO THIS IS COMPLETELY ANONYMOUS AND I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR HANGUPS ON IT- My IQ range, just recently in fact because it's a common misnomer that your IQ doesn't grow with each subject you inform yourself on, tested at 168-172 And I swear to fucking God that is what came about from the two proper and yes outdated, IQ tests, To give you a general idea of my intelligence quotient and to finally get the chance to BRAG LIKE HELL TO THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD, I was, by a PsyD. estimated that based on the drop in average IQ, I am now considered to be at the level of comprehension, same as, Albert Einstein. UMM YEAH IT FUCKING SURPRISED THE HELL OUTTA ME!!!! Anyways the basic average IQ in the 50's was 100-120, NOW it's estimated at 98 (HEY FORREST GUMP'S IQ WAS 80...THAT'S BORDERLINE RETARDED *WAKE UP CALL TO THE GENERAL POP.* )our expectations of education capabilities and resources have depleted rapidly. Oh and lastly, in the 50's top 1% level of IQ was 180, Einstein was reported at 185... TODAY THE IQ RANGE OF THE TOP 1%, THE "SUPER GENIUSES" is recorded at 140-162. WHOOO-HOOO...CHEW ON THAT!!! IMPORTANT FYI- it doesn't mean I am smart at all things out there, it just means that I have the ability to comprehend and learn at that level.

OKAY SO THIS NOW INCREASINGLY BECOMING APPARENT, REVEAL OF HIS NEED TO CONTROL AND BREAK ME, AND REVEALING AN INSECURE MAN WHO IS JUST LIKE AN EXCEEDINGLY LARGE NUMBER(MY OPINION BASED ON THOSE I INTERACT WITH AND HAVE A KNACK FOR ATTRACTING) WAS REALLY TURNING ME OFF AND WAS OPPOSITE TO HIS PREVIOUS DAY'S ATTITUDE.
Oh it just gets better, I finally acquiesce that he is superior to computers and I will not "annoy" him or get jumpy with him and my *INCREDIBLY EXSPENSIVE, AND FOR ME THE MOST TOP OF THE LINE AND PREMIERE COMPUTER*, that I've got a real BAD HABIT OF NEEDING TO CONTROL IT AND ALL THINGS THAT I'M SEMI INFORMED ON...and leave him alone. OH YEAH...great thing here. THE DAY BEFORE THAT, THE DAY I MET HIM IN PERSON- he said he was leary of dating another smoker, because the previous three had done this, who might be inconsiderate and downright rude to him about it. BUT I AM A SEMI-CONSCIENTIOUS SMOKER. Also it's something makes me self-conscious. (WHICH I TOLD HIM) So I agreed that if I smoked it would be wafting in the opposite direction of him, and when he came to my house that night I warned him that my gma and I smoked in the house, And I especially smoke in my room, a small room with- poor circulation by the A/C- both taking old air out, and putting cool recycled air in, Was the HOTTEST ROOM in the house, and all I had to be A FUCKING NICE BUT NOW SELF-ACTUALIZING, DOORMAT TO OTHERS WISHES; and offered to open my window, turn up one level on the ceiling fan....and yes, I even went the extra dumbass way of "exposing my vulnerable underneath" to him and giving in to his shit... I EVEN DIDN'T SMOKE IN MY OWN BEDROOM, INSTEAD TO BE POLITE AND NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE....AND BE FUCKING NICE....I WENT INTO THE DEN AND SMOKED MY CIGARETTES!!!
That first night he claims that its not really too much of a big deal, he appreciates my courtesies and he wouldn't end up going too far and nag me to quit or(which this last one is exactly what he did the next day) give me a complex on it.
NEXT DAY WHEN WE TALK, HE SAYS, "My Grandmother(yeah another endearing quality and deciding factor in pursuing something with him was that he valued family like I did and had moved in to help his Grandmother with stuff) got on my ass about smelling like smoke when I went home" UMMM... LET ME THE FIRST TO POINT OUT- THAT IS AN A. EXTREMELY POOR EXCUSE FOR SENSITIVITY TO THE SMOKE, and B. YOU'RE FUCKING FORTY, My grandmother and I have an adult relationship- rocky at times- but just because she complains about something DOESN'T mean I need to suddenly adhere to her particularities, SO REALLY GROW SOME FUCKING BALLS AND BE YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND DECISION MAKER...IT WAS JUST YOUR CLOTHES SMELLING- THROW THEM IN THE HAMPER AND DON'T LET HER INTO YOUR ROOM(I bet really he's what they term in Italy as a "Mamlione" not sure on the spelling, but it roughly means a wimpy little momma's boy)
Later on in the day when I made an exclamation about it to term someone else I'd dated like that- just to make a fact known- HE made an uninsightful, insecure, and took offense to that saying **ABOUT ONLY THAT PARTICULAR PERSON** He was Italian in heritage and somehow I was referring to him. AND I APOLOGIZED...stupidity is dangerous, utter stupidity is disasterous but willful and deliberate ignorance of something is down right LETHAL...Yeah that's a personal made quote. I CAN'T STAND PEOPLE WHO TAKE A GENERALIZED STATEMENT ABOUT A CERTAIN STEREOTYPE BUT NOT INCLUDING THEM, THEY NARROW IT TO BE COMPLETELY ABOUT THEM WHO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AND WASN'T INCLUDING IN THE STATEMENT , AND THEN TAKE IT COMPLETELY PERSONAL. Doesn't anyone get that, although, yeah people can be generally grouped into a stereotype, there is always one or two specific differences and that is REALLY the ONLY INDIVIDUALISTIC AND UNIQUE THING ABOUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US- and why I never rely on any "statistical findings"

OK...SOOO- He is vague and just simply says, "I think it's your sheets that did that" and I said laughingly that I had not had time to purchase a couple of complete sheet sets for my bed yet and so unless he just happened to have a set of queen sized sheets with DEEP fittings for a fluffy bed, then he would have to suffer- I am hygenic, like clockwork every two weeks or even sooner if they become dirty, I WASH THEM. SOOOO!!!! He says, "Yeah I just happen to have that specific set of sheets, and I'll bring them over and give them to you if you want."
(OKAY, umm free shit that fits something I DO need...HELL YEAH I'LL ACCEPT. But now I have psychoanalyzed this whole situation and came to the conclusion that he wasn't worth the hassle, but at the time I accepted it as a friendly gesture and I would be polite by taking my sheets off and putting his on, when he brought them to me.
**HE SAID, "GIVE ME ABOUT AN HOUR TO SHOWER, DRESS, AND DRIVE THERE"**

About a hair shy of two hours, he finally calls me to say he's on his way. Really I had been so aborsbed by something online that I didn't really pay attention and the time flew. (OH HEY HEY- GET THIS...JUST ANOTHER HIT ON THE NAIL OF THE COFFIN- I am a decidedly chaotically disorganized person in my room. A. I am guilt tripped a lot by my grandmother to keep the house, anally-retentively, clean. And yeah I say guilt tripped because if I just spout off and say it's so insignificantly and retardedly small, that NO I won't be a stupid fucking slave horse to her borderline OCD, it wasn't a priority like other things I willingly do for her- But she'll just end up saying, "Then I'll do it myself!" OKAY!! MY GRANDMOTHER IS WEAK, TINY, AND CRIPPLED... and just my luck, all the shit she says she will do herself are tasks that would hurt her, tire her, or be difficult for her to complete...SO YEAH I DO GET GUILT TRIPPED INTO IT. Sooo B. When I actually get time to be in my room, I get so ensconsed in whatever it is I need absolute solitary conditions to complete, then things tend to get misplaced do to unconsciously needing to just put it somewhere. C. IT'S NOT FUCKING DIRTY, IT's JUST RANDOMLY MESSY, and finally D. I HAVE A METHOD TO MY MADNESS...the things that are at the places they're at, are because my mind has somehow categorized their need for quick usefulness to be placed there and become the way my mind finds EVERYTHING I NEED RIGHT AWAY. DAMN! I didn't realize til I started to methodically point out everything that this guy SERIOUSLY PISSED ME OFF!!! I have not gone off on a rant like this, about a person or circumstance in my personal life, for a REALLY LONG TIME!!!
OKAY... BACK TO THE STORY- so yeah he made a suggestion that I agreed to, in my words, "Even do a half-assed job of neatening up my room"
I thought he was joking and didn't realize his need for his form of order, when he replied with, "Do a FULL-ASSED JOB" and, "Drag out the bloodhounds to get EVERYTHING"
So being polite, I do as I say and do a half-assed job of straightening up but still say it's my room, deal with it.

OKAY MOVING ALONG... I realize he's called me about an hour late and I exclaim, "Wow! I didn't realize it but you took an awfully lot longer to get in touch than what first declared? Did you give TOO much attention to a body part while thinking of me in the shower?"
"No...I had to go buy sheets... I went to Best Buy and am now back on the road"
"WHAT?!?! YOU WENT OUT AND BOUGHT SHEETS??? Ummm...thanks for the present, I guess. But is my "smoke filled sheets" really that offensive?"
Oh classic dodge here, "No just really wanted to get you another pair of sheets!"
Okay so moving onto where we left off in this CRAZED RAMPAGE, in the future part of the story.
BLAH BLAH BLAH, he's working on the computer and I somehow feel responsible for this aggressive attitude and went into the den often to smoke and think about the situation...I am an insecure person about flaws that I (and at first thought til I sat and analyzed it all) may have and try to correct them. I am confident about my looks, but just thought there was a reason, that was my fault, for getting these abusive men in my life that I just thought was something I specifically did to incur this reaction in them so much.

HA HA HA HA HA!!! I am just this hopeful girl, who is stubborn, and keeps still being a magnet to attract these unique assholes. Yes I do have a flaw, I'm actually still not seeing them for what they are, and just stopping myself from even bothering with them.

Meanwhile( OH FUCK!!! Something else I forgot to mention...Okay trying to really get through all of this without boring you so badly that you don't finish reading it, I am posting it for reading and response...but THE FIRST DAY, I had brought up two relationships vaguely about certain things that happened or realizations I had made about them, but I just kept using the vague terms "A guy I was with at one time" and never specified they were the same individuals. AND REALLY- I CAUGHT MYSELF AND SAID TO HIM THE FIRST NIGHT- "Oh shit!! I'm breaking first date etiquette and bringing up exes, you don't want to hear about that"
And can't specifically site what he said, but he did imply that, no he didn't want to hear about them, and yes it was bothering him. SO I STOPPED!!!
But... BEFORE HE CAME OVER... he sent me TWO COPIED FROM THE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS... of supposed psycho ex-g/f's that were "Still so hung up on him" WHOA! WHO IS BREAKING ETIQUETTE NOW! I politely said that I didn't really care to know that much specifically. And he went on to some other vague thing and didn't respond to my statement)
*FAST FORWARD*** So somehow we start, and at first it was light, joking...but then he turned into this REALLY FUCKING COCKY(especially for his physical appearance, growing unappealing nature, and literally just not right about his sexual performances...at least not with me) attitude that I am addicted to his cock. After I told him that I am a very contrary person and will do exactly the opposite of what someone says "I'm specifically like this..." and vaguely described the SAME ONE OF THE ONLY TWO B/F's I'D MENTIONED, who said, and I quote, "You know Brianne, you can play your little episodes and not talk to me for three-six months. BUT YOU ALWAYS COME BACK...You're really just addicted to me!" AND THE FUCKER WAS SERIOUS!!! At that moment, the multiple attempts of breaking up with him and mysteriously falling back into his abuse, stopped and I gained a moment of clarity and have blocked him on forms of communication and ignore his nearly regular retry of three months...in FACT THE FUCKER JUST TEXTED ME TWO DAYS AGO... UGH!

Going to back to the story now. He started to get really verbally abusive with me. And bringing up(YEAH SO IT'S MY BAGGAGE AND THE SCAR IS SO DEEP THAT I HAD AN EMOTIONAL REACTION BUT KEPT IN CHECK AND RESPONDED CAREFULLY AND TACTFULLY) some really hurtful emotions and memories. I stopped right then(AND WILL DENY WITH MY DYING BREATH THAT I DIDN"T LET HIM AND ONLY HIM EFFECT ME SO BADLY THAT I BROKE DOWN INTO TEARS...) and all my other stress- Health problems and depression that my grandma had and I was trying to ease, an incredibly LONG and IN DEPTH and BRUTAL session with a client that finally opened up and told me what gave him his severe PTSD. It's the first time that any client's session just put me into tears and think, 'Wow, that is THE most SINGLY FUCKED UP EVENT, THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD AND I REALLY WANT TO EMPATHIZE BUT I'VE NEVER WENT THROUGH ANYTHING THAT TRAUMATIC' and I was at a loss of how to truly be the gentle and understanding force that never voices opinion or personal beliefs, because I was completely OUTRAGED at it happening to him. Anyways, that session was by phone and was FIVE HOURS LONG of just all that pent up trauma finally breaking the dam and gushing forth.
SO YEAH! I WAS REALLY FUCKING STRESSED AT THAT MOMENT! But a hangup my grandmother always had that I adopted as my own view that Sympathy and Pity are the TWO MOST HORRIFYING THINGS that a person can feel for you... it's just unacceptable. And because I seriously felt at that moment, he would see me as weak, and I couldn't give him that ammo. and quietly excused myself to the den "for another cigarette" and bawled my eyes out.
I cleared off any trace of the cry fest, took a deep breath and went back in. At that point I was just more stressed and confused and really wanted him to go, so I could just be quiet and think.
I couldn't be sure though of what the situation really was. Was it really just my overly emotional tendancies, and hangups? OR Was he REALLY being that absolute jerk asshole that I make the victims in my murder mystery book?
Finally I sat out in the Den pretending that a client called and I would "Try to be as brief as possible" and instead smoked three cigarettes, called ANOTHER guy I was interested in to set up a second date- subconsciously I'd already made the decision that this would be the last night I would talk or see him... and then broke my inner decision to date this only one guy because he was so hopefully near to being the one that could be worth it...and cheered myself up.
I went back in and the t.v. and my computer was off. He was sitting upright in my bed, and had put on his shoes. I then apologized for the lengthy time but after all, just like he is on call for a computer crisis, I am an on call psychotherapist for my clients' crises. He sighed and looked at his watch and said it's okay he just needed to get home- It was late and he needed to get a good nights' rest"
I PUT ON MY BEST FUCKING PRETEND TO POUT MASK AND SAID, "Aww, no sleeping over and cuddling tonight? Okay, well given how the evening is going its probably a good idea to end now"
Then he says, "Uh-oh what did I do wrong?" AND GOD'S HONEST TRUTH LOOKED AT ME LIKE I'M HAVING P.M.S. and am gonna pull some bullshit emotional response out and not mean three days later...OMFG!!! HOW I HATE THE ARROGANCE OF MEN...first TO DENEGRATE OUR RIGHTS TO HAVE A GOOD REASON TO BE EMOTIONAL AND NOT ONLY DENY THEIR RESPONSIBILITY IN THE ACT BUT TO ASSUME THAT IT WAS SILLY AND THAT'S WHY WOMEN ARE WHAT THEY ARE...And like A FUCKING PASSING STORM IT WILL FADE AWAY AND I'LL EAGERLY BE BACK FOR MORE OF THEIR ABUSE!!!!
So, I told him gently but in a kind of honest way, I still had yet to sit and analyze the whole situation before I could actualize that, yeah, I did have a right to be angry and it's not just my sensitivity and emotions coming into control.
"I really don't know. But you said some hurtful things tonight, that hit a sensitive spot with me. But I really just would like the quiet time to assess the situation and see if I was just having an emotional and irrational hangup to an otherwise generally accepted teasing manner"
After that I told him I was sleeping all day and would get in contact with him another day.
Took time to actualize my anger and went on the dating site and posted a prose that was FUCKING MEAN, WITTY, AND EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO SAY ABOUT HIM AND WHAT HAPPENED. BUT... I honestly wasn't out to get revenge. So I left the journal completely vague-no real names or personally identifying info, and not his screenname on that site. IT WAS BOTH- a warning to any other guys who take the time to read the journals before contacting me...AND... if he got a little scared or curious and went over my profile again and saw the journal, it would tell him PRECISELY what I thought and in turn insulted him about. It was specific about the certain things that would, with out a doubt, let him know it's him I'm talking about.

THEN...Because my anger didn't fade. I had to post it. And have been sitting here going over every last thing to put in the, what I can only hope is, most realistic version of events that displayed both sides of the argument...but seriously I already decided to myself based on my personal beliefs and opinions... that I had a right to be angry.

BTW- Last thing...While I was writing this I got an email alert on my phone. It was to notify me that he contacted me and based on just the first line of the email I know he already read the journal and now he's back peddling and justify what he said...

HA HA HA FUCKER CHOKE ON THE MISSED CHANCE YOU HAD TO BE WITH THE VERY REAL DESCRIPTION OF THE GIRL YOU WANTED...
Peace!