The Twisted World of Fiber, Hooks, Needles, Wheels and Dating after Widowhood

This is my story, and I'm sticking to it. Warts and all. I wanted to call it 'Seriously? WTF?', but that doesn't quite explain it all. Or does it?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

If There's One Thing I've Learned,

It’s that men are…………… a disappointment.
I am seeing this guy.  Well, not really, because he says he’s going to come over, then never does.  It all started out really well.  We met online and chatted, and texted and talked on the phone for a while.  Then I went to meet him in person. We really hit it off.  He’s funny.  He’s tall. Really tall.  I’m not.  He has some tattoos.  So do I. He wears cool ties.  He’s the best kisser ever.  And I’ve kissed a lot of guys.  We’ve gone shopping together.  Shopping!  What guy likes to go to the mall?  We made a date to go to the shore for an overnite, and this is where it all unraveled.  He told me he has had a “problem” for a while, so he went to the doctor to get some medicine to fix it.  Seems he went to the Doc in a Box, and the guy gave him something that I knew wasn’t going to work, but whatever.  It didn’t work.  He was beside himself.  He laid on the bed in the fetal position, and I went out to the couch and knitted.  2 days at the shore basically turned into a 5 hour car ride.  With big gaps of silence on the ride home.  There was nothing I could say that was going to help.
Since then, he has drifted in and out. Text and phone only.  Won’t come over.   Didn’t hear from him for a week, so I figured it was over.  Next thing I know, he messenger’s me and asks me to make him an appointment with a specialist.  Oookayyyy.  And I should make it near me, because he wants me to go with him.  Well, my Mothering side says fine.  My practical side tells him he needs to give me his insurance info.  It takes 4 more days for him to get it to me.  I call the doctor, and they want more info than I can believe- or have.  So, I tell him he has to call there himself.  Do you think he did?  Nope.
I don’t want to jinx it- but he says he’s coming over tomorrow.  Any takers on a bet?
Oh, some knitting to lighten the load:
This is the start of my In the Land of Oz shawlette made with a Jellyfish Knits blank.  The cool project bag was made by my friend Dee.  If she ever puts them up for sale online, I will post it.  They are really nice.
Tomorrow, I will post if the Shadow shows up.  Or not.


  1. Men are ALWAYS disappointments.... sigh. But we love them and can adapt to their limitations... It's the least we can do because we're the superior sex. Well, we are disappointed because we might be expecting too much from them... I mean, we fantasize about what they would do and say, then it doesn't happen. In the back of my mind, I just "knew" it... so. The solution is never expect what you knew they are not capable of.... oops, there I go again, planning another picture perfect day.

  2. LOL! I know what you mean. It turns out that he really likes me and it scared him, so he went into his "cave", like in that book you told me to read. I gave him space, and he bounced back like a freakin'rubber ball.