Imagine
for a moment that you had a child; a daughter. What kind of man would you want
for her? Now compound that with being concerned Jewish parents. Imagine you are those parents. Do you have that
weird fantasy going in your head? Good. Are you in their shoes? Good.
So
when I tell you I met the man almost of my concerned Jewish parents’ dreams,
you’d probably be interested in knowing who that was. Let me describe the
seemingly almost perfect man.
He
was about 5’10, four years older than me, light colored hair that was neatly
groomed. A nice beard hugged his boyish face. He dressed plainly and never wore
jeans (always khakis). He was soft spoken and always smiled. Nothing about him
was threatening in any way, whatsoever. He was in good shape. No kids. Oh, and did I mention he was studying to be a
doctor? Yup. Cardiopulmonary something or other. Besides not being Jewish, he
was someone right out of my parents' aspirations for me.
The
nickname I used when talking about him was “The Doctor”. The
Doctor would text me throughout the day asking me how I was doing or telling me
how attractive I was. He would often write the cheesiest lyrics for me. He’d update me on how his day in surgery
went. Asked me if I’d have dinner with him almost every night. Perfect, right?
We
had been seeing each other on a regular basis for a month when the topic of
where the relationship was going, came up. (No, I wasn’t the one that brought
it up.) I assumed he was alluding to the
seriousness of our budding courtship so I voiced my legitimate concern. He was
starting his rotations in a few months. They would take him out of town and
even out of state for about a year and although I really liked him, I didn’t
want to jump right into a serious relationship with someone who wouldn’t be
around.
I
THOUGHT that was what he was alluding to. (SIGH) What he wanted to know was when we
would sleep together. (SILLY ME). He
said he really liked me, wanted to get to know me but needed sex. NEEDED.
While
chewing, I thought the matter over. I had no intent of sleeping with anyone. So
my suggestion was, that we continue seeing one another. Since I could not
provide him with what he wanted, he was free to sleep with as many people as he
wanted. The trade off was that I got to date as many people as I wanted. He gleefully
agreed.
(Before
I go on, I know what you are thinking. How could I even consider it? Well the
answer is: I was not and am not jealous. It was not a serious relationship, nor
could it be, given the many circumstance. I was fine with getting to know him
and with him being honest and upfront with me. It was not an issue as I was not
looking for a sexual relationship. Besides, if someone wants to be with me they
want to be with me. Otherwise I don’t chase men or make them monogamous and
faithful.)
At
first things were fine. We would spend time together. Go to dinner and shows
and places, etc. I even met his parents (who loved me, by the way). As time progressed, we would meet up and the
first 5-10 minutes he would tell me about the girls he had just “Banged”. This
went on for a week or so, with me really not caring. Other than that, he was his normal sweet self.
Still texted throughout the day to tell me he was thinking about me. Still
though I was attractive. Blah blah blah.
(Now
remember who is writing this story. Things don’t go well for me, as a rule. )
Then
I get the following text:
“Has
this been some sort of weird joke where you hang out with me but let other
dudes up in your guts?”
I
was disgusted with him. We had been going out for almost 3
months at this point. For him to think that about me felt like a slap in the face in more
ways than one. I told him that clearly this is not going to work especially
since all I was to him was a pile of guts.
I stopped seeing him, talking to him and texting him.
Over
the next several months he would randomly text me. He’d tell me how he messed
up and hoped that I would respond to texts. He would send me texts about how
much is parents missed me and hoped we would work things out. He even changed
his number in hopes that I would answer him. I ignored him completely.
Then
the texts stopped. I thought that I was finally rid of him.
Just
the other day (as in a few days ago), guess who texts me? The Doctor. He starts out wanting to meet to apologize
for his rude behavior.
As
I do not believe in ignoring someone who is trying to make amends and admitting
to a mistake, I give in. I text back a
hello and he continues:
Since
I was never in love with him, nor did I ever had strong feelings, I had to interject:
He
immediately writes:
He
then follows that up with:
I
rolled my eyes and texted:
(GET
READY FOR THE GOOD STUFF)
His
honest to goodness, verbatim message to me:
“I
didn’t understand why you wouldn’t. Disappointing. I felt I deserved to be able
to have sex with you.”
That’s
right! He DESERVED to have sex with me.
I
retorted with:
He
didn’t text for a while. I had hoped that he wouldn’t.
An
hour later he picked it up again. Telling me about the many women he was with and
about the woman that he was in love with who is now his. "MY LADY” as he calls her. He goes on to
text a bunch of random none sense about how in love he is and how great it is
to finally be honest with his feelings. Then he writes:
I
am confused. What does the Woodcliff have to do with it? (The Woodcliff is a
really pricey and beautiful hotel in Rochester. I’ll add the link to the bottom
of the page for anyone interested.) I ask him what in the world he’s talking
about and mention that he had always told me he was low on cash.
He
quizzically replies:
“Didn’t
I take you there? I swore it was you. “
I
had had enough of this womanizing ego-maniac. I decide to put an end to it:
“Frankly
your self entitled attitude is very off putting. I’m kind of limiting my
exposure to jerks.“
He
attempts to engage me in more conversations but I ignore him. Lets hope that’s
the last I hear from this Mr. Wonderful.
