LOL- Hmmm...I would say that it was more like he never quite picked me up although he teetered right on the brink. However, I would say that he might have had some pretty good reasons which I do not wish to discuss because I am cutting myself some slack due to being in rebound/recovery from 19 year SSM. Plus, you have to remember that he is semi-famous in a very sexy field. What if you and Mrs.Cac split and you found yourself dating a semi-super-model? What if she kept casually saying things to you like "When I did the layout for Vanity Fair with Elle in Tahiti..." What if she told you that you were great in bed? I am actually rather proud of myself that I was able to maintain any level of differentiation in relation to him given my SSM induced neediness for sexual validation combined with the 7th grade groupie ego-gratification I tried very hard not to derive from dating him.
One way to look at is that in a best case high-functioning scenario that kind of guy and I would be a wonderful couple but in a worst case lower-functioning scenario that kind of guy and I are pretty close to being Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinski. Since I KNOW that I erred on the side of acting like Monica Monkey, I give him credit for good judgment for not letting me turn him into my crack dealer. ( Okay, this analogy isn't the greatest because there was no adultery or Hilary and I should make it clear that "crack" = dopamine-induced-just-sex. It probably makes more sense if I tell you that to get to his house I had to drive through some really rough parts of Detroit and when I got there we'd quite possible be having sex within about 10 minutes. It was all kind of surreal.)
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
