The unfairness of dating.. or is it?

Published April 15, 2014 by LRob25

I found out this week that my ex, ( the angry and controlling one) is now engaged. When he told me, a rush of both anger and jealousy hit me like freight train. I wasn’t upset for the reasons that one might think. I didn’t care that he had moved on with his life. And I wasn’t jealous because he had found someone else. I had left him after all.

No, what had me seething the most was the unfairness of it all. I had to uproot my life twice for him. Both to move to a different city for him and subsequently to move to get away. I had to leave a job with no prospects to come back to the Burg. I had to take one crappy job after another just to get back on my feet. I was even working two jobs at around 65 hours a week just to make ends meet.

Gradually, I put the pieces of my life back together, but I always felt like one piece was missing. You always hear about karma. Shouldn’t someone treating their live-in girlfriend like garbage constitute to be alone, if not for the rest of your life, but for at least a few years?

Not only did I struggle financially, but emotionally as well. I suffered from one bad date after another. One attempt at a relationship after another. And for what? Nothing but frustration and stress came out of any of it. I was the victim in all of it so shouldn’t I have the happy ending?

Don’t get me wrong. My life has changed for the better in a lot of ways without him in it. But don’t I deserve to find someone good? Someone who loves and appreciates me? Why should an emotional abuser find happiness while his victim is still alone? What kind of justice is that?

I had always held out the hope that the reason I hadn’t found anyone yet was because I wasn’t in the right place in my life. I still have aspirations. One of those being to move back to south Florida. I always assumed that I would find the right person there. But should I live like a hermit until I get there? Hopefully not.

The only good thing I can say that came out of this burst of emotion was the want to move forward. Regardless if I was with someone or not, I at least wanted to say that I was doing my part to make my life the best that I could and make the most out of it as it was. Somehow, this revelation knocked some sense into me. Why be upset that things with silly men weren’t working out in a city you don’t even want to be in? So you can be stuck here even longer?

I decided to make a change. I have a good job now but what’s wrong with wanting better? What’s wrong with reaching for the goals I had been wanting to obtain for the last few years? So with that, I started printing out applications and scheduling tests.

John Lennon once said “Life is what happens when you are busy making plans.” That may be true, but for the next few months my life will be all about making plans. Plans for a better and more fulfilling life. So my ex may be getting married. I don’t know the details of their relationship and it really doesn’t matter. In a way, I should thank him. The shock gave me the push I needed to snap out of my complacency and snap on the tenacity.

So where does the fairness come in? Well I guess it depends on your perspective. Sure I’m still single. But I’m headed towards bigger and better things than I ever was when I was with him, and maybe that’s the ultimate karma.

Mistakes

Published December 11, 2013 by LRob25

When I was working in Fort Lauderdale I had the opportunity to meet people from all walks of life. While my relationship with my ex was feigning, I found solace in making new friends at work. The job wasn’t in anyway glamorous. I was only making a few dollars over minimum wage and I was a front desk girl employed by a security company. But it was a way to escape arguing and negativity at home.

I had moved to South Florida to be close to E. He had a house already, but since he wanted to put it up for short-sale, we were supposed to find an apartment first. When I found a job sooner than expected, I had a week to move there. I grabbed my personal belongings and the pug puppy he had bought for me, and hit the road.

There was a tornado warning that day. And my knuckles were white as my car crept over the Skyway Bridge going no more than 45 mph. As soon as the skies cleared, so did my mind. I knew that I was taking an important step toward my future. This was the man I wanted to marry. Any arguments we had before, in my head, were a result of the distance. But I soon realized distance may be what was keeping us together.

While he worked long hours as a paramedic, I stayed at home with his family who also lived in the house. I had few friends in Miami and didn’t have many other options other than venturing out alone. His parents tried to be welcoming, but with a language barrier that was difficult. I felt alone and isolated most of the time. I made more phone calls to my family members than I ever had before.

Living in Hialeah proved to be a complete culture shock for me. And as a blonde white girl, I stuck out like a sore thumb. After being followed up after an afternoon jog, I was ready to get out. My lease in St. Pete was almost up and after much prodding, I convinced E to go apartment hunting. We eventually settled on one in Plantation and managed to move all of my belongings out of my old apartment four hours away and into the new one. It was a taxing day for both of us and neither of us were in good spirits. I chalked it up to exhaustion but little did I know this was only a sign of things to come.

I was determined to get into shape so that became my new hobby. After work I spent two hours working out. As I look back I realize it was probably a great distraction. When I was at home, E and I were constantly arguing. Usually, it was because he refused to grow up and clean up after himself. I did the cooking and most of the cleaning, along with working full-time and paying half of the bills. But it was also because he had stopped trying. All the adventure and romance had gone out the window.

Arguments also included his extreme jealousy. He was convinced I was cheating (I wasn’t) and when I did start making friends he got angry about the occasional Friday night out. His insecurity was fueled by the fact that I was keeping myself in shape and he was letting himself go. I would sometimes drive around for hours just to get peace and get away. This only made his suspicions worse. I was miserable and so was he. There were times I tried to reason with him. I tried to talk but he wouldn’t listen.

I knew in my heart it was over but there was still a part of me that loved him. So I stuck around hoping things would work  out. Sure we had our good moments. But they were overshadowed by the bad. I remember vividly one night in particular.

We had gone out (a rare occasion) for ice cream. We came home and attempted to have sex. After he came, he looked at me and said “That was weird huh?”. I was crushed. This relationship was fading fast and I had no control over the outcome. I was a shell of my former independent, confident and carefree self. Instead, I was isolated from my family and isolated by a man who was in control of my living and financial situation. I had never expected to be here. But worse, I started to realize this was exactly where he wanted me.

…To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

Where it all began……

Published August 21, 2012 by LRob25

I am a 24 year old All-American girl that lives in St. Petersburg, Florida. I was raised in the panhandle but it might as well have been Alabama. Raised Baptist by Southern parents who believed in strict parenting with a lot of love, I was ready to spread my wings.  I moved to St. Pete for school and I changed from slow-paced country life to a little bit busier of a lifestyle. After leaving for a brief stint in Miami (great 6 months), I moved back. I later decided to change my career path in pursuit of a career in law enforcement.

I often have many people question my preference. I often get the typical puzzled look followed by some sort of questioning. Why? What’s wrong with white guys? What’s wrong with black guys?
I usually humor them and go into my typical explanation. So for the sake of getting this blog started and familiarizing everyone with my dating habits and preferences that’s how I will begin. Latinos have something no other man that I have met does. They have this natural sexiness and suave disposition. This isn’t just the case in movies. It applies to everyday life.

One of the downsides to being a strong, independent American woman is that men expect you to be strong and independent when the approach comes. They often rely on the woman to make the first move. Personally, I think it’s laziness and a slowly diminishing sense of masculinity, but that’s just me. Regardless of the explanation, Latin men don’t apply to this. They aren’t afraid to approach a beautiful woman. In fact, it is a turn-on for them.
You see, being American, independent and strong is not a bad thing. With the exception of dating. Psychologically, men enjoy the chase. Latin men still seem to have this primal instinct where American men rarely possess it anymore.

Another, thing I love about Hispanic men is their accent. Antonio Banderas… no further explanation needed.

Passion and romanticism seem to ooze from their pores. If you have ever been intimate with a Latino no further explanation is needed. If not, you’re missing out. If you ever want to feel like you are the most beautiful woman in the world, curves, imperfections and all, Latino men love a woman’s body. If you believe that a man’s moves on the dance floor are directly correlated to those elsewhere, you definitely know what I mean.

In a city where I often see men sporting beards reminiscent of Abraham Lincoln and Mr. Kennedy from Gone with the Wind along with flip-flops and board shorts,  it is refreshing to travel to Miami and see tanned men decked out in cleanly pressed pants and shirts and maybe even … could it be? A tie! Really, it just warms my heart. Sometimes it really baffles me how members of the most visual sex, expect a woman to look immaculate, yet they feel that it is okay to roll out of bed with no effort put toward their looks whatsoever. Latinos seem to understand this concept and I really appreciate them for it.

Also on the visual level, I love the contrast of light to dark skin. Yes, I am aware that Latinos come in all skin colors. However, the typical caramel skin, dark or hazel eyes, and black hair is gorgeous. Someone of this description standing by a blonde woman, with blue eyes and light skin is a great combination in my opinion.

I believe I have given a thorough enough explanation on this subject, but keep reading to learn more about my dating life. You think your dating life is frustrating? I could literally count on one hand the amount of normal men I have been out with. I always said  I could write a book on my experiences, instead I decided to write a blog. So stay tuned. If nothing else, it’s guaranteed to make you feel a hell of a lot better about your love life!

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