FM called me this morning at 8:30 and said, if you want to see me today, get over to Mira Loma park by 9:00. He woke me up, then without warning told me to go all the way across town, and then told me that if I didn't do as he asked, I wouldn't see him.
In my groggy state, I told him that I there was no way I'd meet his time deadline, so I was going to go back to sleep. It's the only day of the week that I've had real time to sleep for the past couple of weeks, and this last night I drug induced the sleep through prescription sleep aides. So I know even more so that I was in no shape to get up and drive across town. FM wasn't interested in explanations though, he just wanted me to do as he asked. Right now. No discussion.
And I told him no.
He called again asking where I was. I told him I was still sleeping, and looked up at the ceiling clock. It was 45 minutes later. 9:15. "Okay fine", he snapped, and hung up the phone. I turned over, stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, then, through my fatigue decided to send him a text message conveying my annoyance.
Unreasonable expectations and hanging up like that conveys a lack of empathy.
I then went back to sleep.
At 3:30, I had been out of bed for only about 15 minutes or so when I received another text from FM. (The sleeping drugs really worked!) It said, Wat no hello
I feel like I was hit by a brick. I just got out of bed 15 min ago.
u hate me then, he wrote.
What? I texted back.
Well, us said i was apathetic
I then tried calling him. It rang until voice mail picked up the call. I hung up, and texted him again.
Please pick up the phone cause I have no idea what you are talking about.
I waited one minute and tried calling him again, and again got voicemail. I left a quick message stating that I would like to talk to him, versus text him back and forth because I am not really understanding what this is all about.
Please call me back. I don't hate you and I want to see you. right now even. I just rather say so than write so.
Ten minutes went by, and nothing. So annoyed again, I wrote, I'm not a fan of ignoring though. That was an hour ago. Haven't heard anything from him since. I really hate these games. I really do. This sucks, and he sucks for playing this. When I text him, I have yet to hear back from him immediately. I have yet to call him once and have him actually pick up the phone when I'm calling. However, he expects me to pick up each and every time. If I don't, I get called a bitch and then questioned as to what I'm doing.
This really sucks. I am not a fan of this behavior or one-sided power struggle at all, and I know that my best bet is to just get out. I keep telling myself that I promised him that I would try, and I am trying really hard. But when is trying hard enough the end of the line. When will I know that I have tried hard enough? How am I going to get out of this without hurting him or myself unnecessarily?
I don't think I can. I think that we're both going to get hurt again. I know I'm hurt right now, for lots of reasons. (Or am I just strongly annoyed?) Can I tell the difference? Does it matter?
So I just texted him, an hour later at 4:30, I am now annoyed. These games suck. You are trying to mess with my head.
My feelings matter too. I need to remember that. I don't like mind games. And it's time that I let him know that I am not a doll to be played with, not like this.
I met this guy in Atlanta during a road trip in June when I was trying to deal with the apocalyptic breakup with my ex. I wouldn't even say I met him. I just got a haircut from him. While in Atlanta, it was time to get a haircut, so a local friend of mine recommended this gay salon where he knew that one could get a fantastic cut for a reasonable price.
While there, from the luck of the draw I was called up by one of the stylists. I sat down in the chair and he asked what I wanted. So I told him, very specifically what I want; #2 on the sides, razor cut. Scissors on top, half inch length remaining, blended with scissors on the side. Thinning shears over the top and sides when finished. Square in the back.
He was surprised that I knew exactly what I wanted, and I explained that I was nearly blind most of my life before lasik surgery, and I had to be very specific about what I wanted since I had to take off my glasses when I was getting my hair cut. I couldn't see what the stylist was doing, so I had to make sure that I got what I wanted. Now that I can see, there is room for more exploration, but today, I wanted what I was most comfortable because of some stuff going on in my life.
The haircut began, and he started asking questions. Where I was from. Reno. Why I'm in Atlanta. Friends. What I was doing. Sightseeing. What I did for a living. Teach. And so on and so on. He then started proclaiming my beauty perceived personality. I was becoming very uncomfortable so I said pointblank, "I'm just beginning to go through a divorce, and I'm not really into this right now."
He didn't miss a beat, saying, "Well, if I were that guy, I'd never let you go."
I should have figured it out then.
Anyway, I hemmed and hawed, but I didn't get out of the chair. I probably should have. I was very clear about going through an immanent breakup, but that didn't seem to matter. He even at one point referenced his 'gargantuan penis' and told me he wanted to cuddle with me. I honestly was more shocked than anything, and I didn't know what to say.
After the cut was finished, and none too soon, I went to the counter to pay for the haircut. While at the counter, the person behind the counter started asking questions about Reno and Nevada once he saw my identification with my credit card. This other guy said that his partner works for the CDC and he was thinking about going to the university in Reno for his doctorate. I know a bit about UNR and the doctoral programs, especially in the sciences, so I was happy to talk to him about the topic. I gave him my card in case his partner had any questions.
But apparently this was a bait and switch technique because before I knew it, I was getting e-mails from the creepy guy. I responded to the first e-mail, stating that I really wasn't in a place to pursue another relationship and that my previous relationship really was too close to even think about other one. I was trying to be nice, but firm - but for some reason, that didn't help. He then found my myspace page through my e-mail address and continued to bother me through there. I just ignored him for the past four months, but he has continued to e-mail me, sending me poetry and proclaiming his love.
Ultimately, I was harassed enough that I ended up making my myspace page private. He then sent me a long e-mail detailing how he thought that being aggressive would make me see him for who he really was and be ultimately interested. But, he said, he then realized that he just pushed me farther away - as if we were really in a relationship. I pondered whether or not to answer him, and tell him to leave me alone and move on, but then I realized that I would just enable him and otherwise encourage him more. So I ignored that too.
Then I got a piece of mail in my office box. It was from him. I know where he got my address, that business card of mine. Swell. I'm not opening it. I received another e-mail from him today, detailing that the mail is a music cd from him proclaiming his love for me.
Great.
Stalker.
Why all this drama? Why all right now? I had such a normal life for so many years! All of this happening at once... holy crap!
FM called last night, he said he had left his phone at a friend's place, and had finally went back to pick it up. I wasn't in the best mood because of a deluge of issues that are happening at my office right now, so when he called, I said what was exactly on my mind.
I just want to be held right now.
Unfortunately, because of schedules, that wasn't going to happen. So I did the next best thing. I opened up and talked about my fears and frustrations about work, instead of pretending that everything is okay. FM engaged in the conversation, and was supportive, but wanted to give lots of advice about what I 'should do'. I, on the other hand was looking simply for support, and since I couldn't be physically next to him to be held, talking was the next best thing.
It's funny, this is an age old problem, especially between the sexes. With gender stratification, there is often this disconnect. One party is looking for simple emotional support, and the other party believes that such times are best handled by figuring out answers through problem solving. In gay relationships, these roles can often be flip-flopped, or taken up primarily by one party or another in role stratification. Personally, I've learned over the years that unless the other person asks specifically for answers when feeling blue, don't give them. Just hug them as they need.
Last night I needed someone to hug me. I still need something like that today, but haven't been able to just be held yet.
I've actually been kind of annoyed by other extraneous stuff going on, between a stalker from afar, work issues, FM losing his cell phone, and juggling various other personal issues - I just need a break. A long break. Can I just quit?
I haven't heard from FM since Saturday. I've left a couple of text messages, and a voicemail, but nada has come back.
Fine. I'm not going to blow this out of proportion and think that there is something wrong. I don't really like this ignoring game though, and while yeah, we don't have to talk every day, returning the calls of the guy you're dating is generally good form.
But hell, if he wants to take a step back - then that's what he wants to do. I'm not going to get all twisted up in a knot over it this time as I did last time. If it's longer than the next couple of days that I am still greeted with silence, then that will be another thing.
This moment however is only mildly annoying. I get it though. If he's mad or jealous, he wants me to sweat. I'm not sweating. I'm still acting and feeling relatively normal (other than annoyed at the silence), and will call him and leave messages as if nothing is wrong. I just hate games. I refuse to step up to the game board. I'd love to talk to him about it, but he's not talking right now for whatever reason. So I have to guess. Postulate. Pretend nothing is wrong.
In other news, Bit left a short e-mail message the other day. It was nice to hear from him. And surprising. He talked about Halo3. Now there's a game I like.
I'm exploring my sociability. I have generally always been a quiet man. In groups of close friends, I have been able to hold my own in conversation and even be quite extroverted, but in large groups of people whom I don't know, I have habitually been the type to stand in a corner and try to stay hidden. I may hold a conversation with one or two people, but as soon as I can, I slip back into the comfort of obscurity and attempt to try to be invisible again. The only place where I habitually act in an extroverted manner is when I'm doing public outreach through volunteerism and public speaking, and when I'm in a classroom. Those two situations are controlled and with purpose however, the meandering aimless wandering of social niceties are a hell of a lot more difficult for me to figure out.
Since Burning Man though, I've been less concerned about being invisible. I wouldn't say that my feelings of panic in such situations are decreasing, but I would say that I am ignoring the panic better. On FM's birthday Saturday, he didn't want me to take him any place special. I was okay with that, especially due to the issues that I wrote about in my last blog entry. However, I did make plans to go to a colleagues birthday party that evening. I asked FM if he wanted to go, and he accepted. Surprised, but pleased, I took him to a birthday party that was primarily attended by successful lesbians of Reno. Ultimately, only 5 guys attended, all of us gay, and we were surrounded. In a scene from the movies, when FM and I showed up, the conversations stopped, and everybody stared for a few seconds - 'why are they here?' was the loud and clear message. We happened to be the first men who showed up.
Later though, it relaxed, and FM was pretty mixed about the event. He had a good time with the pinata event, he liked the alcohol, and he really enjoyed the ping pong with aggressive lesbians. The Karaoke, he could have done without. I have never participated in such a thing before, and the other guys there were completely into it. So I thought, 'what the hell?', and participated. (It helped that I had one beer in me.) The first number went well, but soon enough it was our turn again. This time the song was Madonna's "Like a Virgin" and I decided to tease the birthday girl a bit by climbing on to her lap and giving her a faux strip tease. Well, my top shirt came off.... and as I was writhing, the boys came up from behind me and yanked my undershirt off.
I looked over at FM, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was not happy. I was also mortified, but instead of making a scene, I went with it, whispered into the birthday girl's ear that this was probably a first for both of us, and began to put on my shirt again. After some guffaws, the song was over and I went and hid behind FM for awhile. He said nothing, and after lesbian after lesbian came up to me with thumbs up, I smiled and reiterated to them that I have never done such a thing before.
FM then started disappearing. When I would try to stand next to him, he'd walk away. After a good 45 minutes of this cat and mousing, I cornered him in the garage with the Ping Pong table. He was playing with another person, and it was just the two of them, so I sat down and watched. Finally the other person left, and I picked up the paddle (at her insistence) and played against FM. He was extremely aggressive, trying to hit me - and generally succeeding, even scoring the ball right between my eyes.
I put the paddle down and said, "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intent."
He smacked me again with the ping pong ball and said, "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at those pricks who feel like they can touch you without even saying a word to me. If I weren't here, you'd probably be laughing and having a good time instead of being here with me."
"What are you talking about?" I was confused, "They're always like like that."
"You mean to tell me that those guys always act pompous like that?"
"Yeah, one guy is from Peru and is a professor, the other guy is a doctor, and the other guy is an English professor - they're all pretentious."
"Then why do you like them?" he asked.
"I don't dislike them, but I don't refer to them as my best friends. I just met the English professor tonight. I met the doctor 5 weeks ago, only once before. The other guy I work with, I have to be nice."
"You have to learn how to say no," he said.
"What?"
"For them to take off your shirt in front of someone you're dating... you have to say no and tell them to fuck off."
"I really didn't think that it was that serious, until now, since I realize that you're unhappy. I was sitting on a lesbian. It wasn't going to go anywhere, but I know now that you didn't like that, and I'm sorry. Are you embarrassed about what happened?"
"Yeah, I am," he said emphatically.
"I'm sorry you are, but you shouldn't be. There is no safer place than here, nobody is going to judge any of us, and if they do, fuck them."
"I had two women come up to me and ask me if I came with you when you were dancing. What am I supposed to think? One even said not to worry. What am I supposed to worry about, what the hell does she think I need to worry for?"
"I don't know, but I'm asking you not to be mad, and to have a good time. I won't do it again."
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at them, and particularly that guy who took your shirt off."
And he hung out with me for the rest of the night. I was tired, both from the beer and the emotional wrestling - and within the next hour and a half, I was ready to go home. He didn't want to go home with me, instead he wanted to go back to his place. I said sure, no problem and began the relatively long drive home (for Reno).
As we were driving, I turned to him and told him happy birthday again. He raised his eyebrows at me. "I know you don't want me to bring this up," I said, "but I hope that you had a relatively good day." I paused for a second, and added smirking, "All things considered, of course."
"Yeah, sure," he said, and shrugged.
Okay, I said - and continued to think - 'If you're mad at someone else, why did you take it out on me? And why are you acting like you're mad at me? And this aggression, even though something innocuous as ping pong, could that get worse later? Is this simple jealousy that I'm dealing with? I have no idea, I've never dealt with it before.'
As he got out of the car, he told me he had fun, but was still kind of mad.
I apologized again, kissed him, waited for him to open the door to his place, and then drove away.
I'm in a bit of a quandary. Tomorrow is FM's birthday, and being that we just started dating again - and being that he ended dating the first time the day before my birthday, I have a bit of a predicament.
Should I get him anything or not?
Well, since he's already made plans with his friends to go out drinking, and he knows that I'm not interested in the raucous crapulence that such activity would bring - he's made it clear that I need not attend. I'm not arguing with that.
But what should I do? He's already shared with me the advance gifts that he's received from his roommates. And yes, they're good. I can think of a great gift for him, the DVD box set of Firefly, but I don't want to spend that much on him just yet. I mean, we've only been dating again for a week.
And he very conveniently hasn't mentioned my birthday at all, although that event is now ancient history. Then again if I were him, I'd be silent about that too, because dumping someone is a crappy thing to do the day before their birthday.
So I guess I'll just go with a card. And an invitation to take him out to dinner. Someplace reasonable. Intimate, but not over the top. I found a great card too, so I guess this riddle isn't so difficult after all.
A couple of weeks ago, I met up with an old friend who wanted to have lunch with me after we had randomly run into each other at one of the local casinos. We had lunch, reconnected, and decided to meet again for another lunch.
I'm not sure if I sent any signals, because I wasn't intending to do so, but he apparently thought more of what was going on. After a couple more lunches, he invited me over to his place to play video games and hang out. I haven't gone gaming with friends in a long time, and I thought it would be fun. I wasn't really thinking about implications or intentions, because it was the last thing on my mind. It wasn't like I was invited over for dinner or anything. He apparently, thought differently, and made a simple, but very definitive move while was there. It seemed like he was testing the waters, but I made it clear that I wasn't interested in pursuing such intentions further.
But now everything is weird. I'm not sure if he initially was interested and I didn't get it, or if it evolved over the past month. Whatever it was, it was awkward afterwards. But then, I am the king of awkward. I shouldn't be surprised.
After I left that night, that was the last time I talked to him. I should call him and see if he wants to hang out, but at the same time be clear what 'hanging out' means. He could be embarrassed. I am, I don't know why. Probably because I am generally clueless. I probably should have figured out what was going on sooner and nipped it in the bud, but hell, hindsight is 20/20. I've already made it clear to myself that I can't read minds. No point beating myself or him up for it, just let it go and leave it behind.
FM spent the night again last night after I picked him up at work at 10 p.m. I am sick, and wasn't much fun, so we watched more episodes of Absolutely Fabulous and I made him a quick dinner.
I mostly buried my face into his side as he watched television. I was tired and it was late, so just after 12 a.m. I decided that I needed to go to bed in order to get enough sleep to heal and be able to go work the next morning. In the past he interpreted that when I wanted to go to bed, I expected him to go to bed (even when I insisted that wasn't the case) - and then he'd piss and moan. Last night however, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, said he wanted to stay up later to watch more tv, and made no fuss about it.
This morning however, when he was talking about me and my job (wanting me to go back to school to move into a career that I like better), he was not interested in me talking about him going back to school. He wasn't hostile, but he was firm, telling me that he doesn't need that conversation from me because his mother talks about it, and he doesn't want it from two fronts. Hmmm. That is an important issue to me because of my own values, and I am aware of this. For me though, it seems especially important because he never finished his degree, and he's so damned intelligent and creative; if he developed the motivation, he'd be just fine back in school.
But he doesn't want to talk about such things right now. And that's fine. But tit for tat. If he wants to give me friendly concerned advice, I would like to share the same privileges. But this is ultimately small stuff. Nothing to be too concerned about. I'm ultimately much more concerned about the alcoholism issue. And that will be an issue later if he continues to substitute feeling for drunkenness. I get why he's doing it now, to prevent having to face reality. If he continues to need to escape reality after we've been together for a while, that will be a whole different ball of wax.
I grew up with an alcoholic step-father. I don't want to grow old with an alcoholic partner. He however, needs to want to make that step, and right now, it's way too early to ask or demand. I have made my preferences clear, being that I do not like to drink much or often, and have told him that I prefer him when he's sober, and I've referred to my step-father. This type of conversation, of course, is oblique and nowhere near direct, but that will come. With time. One step at a time.
He is making a concerted effort to be an adult, as am I, and we both really want this to work. Actually, on my side, it seems like a lot less work now than it did before, and I'm really a lot happier - and I enjoy spending my time with him now (even if I do think I'm boring). That's a big and positive step in the right direction as far as I'm concerned.
My counselor worries that I've met a younger version of my ex-husband, and perhaps I have - for now. Unlike my ex-husband, FM is just around the corner from 24 years old, and has plenty of space and time to mature. My ex-husband was 41 when I met him, and was set in his ways. From the time I was 24 until now, at 30, I've changed dramatically for the better. FM has that potential. I see that. He has a lot going for him now, and I see that too. I refuse to be his counselor, but I do want to be his lover. I know co-dependence when I see it, and I will not fall into that trap either, but I do want to be connected. I can find good things with him, I can have good times with him, and we can be great together - without the trappings. All of these however, are risks that orbit the goals. Both things can happen independently (or together) at once, skirting the edge, walking on that precipice.
And if it doesn't work out, which I hope is not the case, I do know how to say goodbye. I said it once, I can say it again. But I really want to know that I tried, and I want to know that he tried. If it doesn't work for one or the other, or either of us, then fine. We can wipe our hands on our pants and call it a day. I decided to try again because I do like him. I haven't stopped thinking about him. Even with Bit, even with the several other men who have attempted to pursue me, I have had FM on my mind. Some of the men are like FM, but I'm not interested. Some of them are completely different from FM, and I'm still not interested. What is that exactly? I have no idea. All I know is that I want to be a better person when I'm with FM. This is distinctly different from seeming like a better person. I really want to try to learn, grow, and shape my future positively. I don't want to stagnate in a steady state life. I want to really be a happier, holistic, better person. I want to do that independently from FM, and FM makes me want to do that too. So wherever this takes us, wherever we go from here, I plan to learn, grow, and mature. Hopefully FM is really interested in sharing the journey with me.
I have a bit of a sore throat today, and I'm struggling to make sure that it doesn't get any worse. I have way too much work to do to be waylaid by a silly little cold. I was a little late for work today as it was, and that's already put me behind.
I called FM today just to tell him I was thinking about him, and to relay that I was sick... 'cause, well, why not let him know? He called me back, and told me about his day and I talked about mine. I couldn't talk that well or that long because talking hurt, so after getting off of the phone with him, I sent him a quick text message.
Sorry I'm not feeling well, but I do hope you have a good day
He texted back, I never get to see u.
I promise to be more available. But u might have to wake up early sometimes ;-)
U might have to stay up late
By this time, I was on the phone with my best friend, and it took a while for me to respond back. He was at work too, so our text conversation was a bit protracted.
I'd invite you over tonight, but you could probably do without my sore throat. But would you like to go to a movie w me after work tonight?
Yes i want to see u but no to going to a movie we could just chill since u r sick
Wow, I thought. This is going well. So I asked him, k. Hang out at your place or mine?
He told me that I shouldn't wait for him to eat and that we should go to my place because his roommates will be sleeping by the time he gets off of work. So now I'm thinking 'This is cool, I really like this', no weirdness. No awkwardness. Just simple conversation without the weird, creepy, or awful feeling of suspect intentions. This feels normal and feels good. I'm excited to see him. My stomach doesn't hurt, I don't feel stressed. I'm excited. I like this moment. I look forward to more moments like these.
So I told him that I'd meet him at work to pick him up. Wow. A little communication goes a long way.
I spent the night with FM. And yes, he is the same person in terms of overall behavior, of course he is - as am I. However the edge was taken off, and we were happy to see each other. Most of the tension had fallen away, and it was nice to spend time with him.
When he got in my car last night though, I told him I had five things to tell him. I said that I was telling him then because I wanted to talk to him about this in person, and after that, he could choose to do what he wants depending on what he thought about what I had to say. He was not a captive in my car, but I did want to make sure that he couldn't easily be distracted by something else.
These five things were:
1. I want a relationship - I'm really not looking for something flybynight.
2. I want to be able to say I don't get it when he's joking with me, and when I say that, for him not to get angry with me for not being on the same page at the same moment. I also promise not to go straight to hurt or angry if he tells me that he's joking.
3. I want to be able to learn how to do the same with him. Yes, I know that I'm serious most of the time, and I take things seriously way too often. I want to learn how to be able to not do that so much, and when I try - and it fails, I can say that I was trying to make a joke and not have him get angry with me.
4. I want him to be able to feel that he can be honest with me at all times without fearing my reactions. It's better to be honest than silent - or something else all together.
5. Again, I want to do the same thing with him. I want to be able to feel that I too can be honest with him at all times, without being afraid that he's going to be angry at me. I want to be able to say what is on my mind, much as he already does with me, but without the fear that I have.
I, of course, was nervous when I went over this, and got some of my numbers mixed up. My stomach didn't hurt, I was just trying to focus on his face as I was trying to remember what I wanted to say, and then say it relatively eloquently. The eloquence kinda failed, but I think I got the message across.
I asked him what he thought afterwards, and he said, "you don't see me getting out of the car." I said no, but I was looking for a verbal assent, versus a non-spoken agreement because that means I have to guess. He nodded and said that he is okay with what I had to say. I asked him if he wanted to go home because I had to make it to work relatively early, at least for his standards, and he said no - he wanted to go directly to my place.
So we went to my place. I made him dinner, which turned out to be pretty crappy because it was late and I was in a hurry - and that sucked. But hell, it was serviceable. We then watched a couple of episodes of AbFab before I had to go to bed to wake up the next morning. He was unhappy I wanted to go to bed so early, but he followed me and got into bed before I even did. After crawling into bed with him, we cuddled and I felt him fall asleep almost immediately. I then drifted off, and woke up early the next morning when he rolled over and grabbed me to cuddle in our sleep some more.
I was happy.
And I fell asleep until a call just before the alarm was to go off.
I got up, got ready, gently ushered him out of bed and he threw on his clothes. I then took him home on my way to work. We talked about when we'd see each other again, but because of my work scheduling, and because this next weekend is his birthday weekend, we may not see each other until next Sunday or Monday. He said that he wanted to spend time with his friends on his birthday, and he didn't want me to feel left out while he went drinking and did other assorted things.
I actually agree with that, because I know I'd feel like a fifth wheel, I'm not the massive partying type - although I did have my share of that this weekend. Besides he missed my birthday, it's only fair that I miss his. I'll probably get him a card or something, but that's as far as I'll go for now. We'll see what happens in the future, but I feel better about it now - and I feel a lot more confident. I'm not worried about sudden rejection. If it happens, then it happens. I'm really trying this time, and that is what is important to me. I'm not going to obsess or fantasize. I'm just going to go with the flow and pick out the things I like, and confront the things I don't.
So after all of this hullabaloo with FM, I took a few days to try to get him out of my system. I hung out with friends, went out with friends, enjoyed myself on the town - and couldn't stop thinking about him. I wouldn't say I was obsessed, but I certainly had him on my brain. I would try to turn my attention elsewhere, and boom! there was FM again. Even with the weird comments when I was establishing clear boundaries, for some reason, his image just clung to my brain.
What is it about that guy? What is drawing me back to him?
And then something happened. He left a message apologizing for his behavior. I chewed on that for a while. Should I respond? Should I ignore him? I decided on ignoring him, I went out on Saturday night for drinks with friends. I had gone out the night before with other friends, but hell, I thought, why not go out again? I'm single. I can do what I want, especially since I was having fun and not hurting myself. Saturday night though, I had a bit too much to drink - having 3 shots of jagermeister in a three hour period. Three hours later, at 2 in the morning, I decided my BAC had finally come down well below 0.05 and it was finally safe for me to drive home. As I was driving, I thought more about FM. Actually, I never stopped thinking about him the whole evening. But all the way home, I could think of little else.
Was I being over-analytical? I know I usually am. Yes, he pissed me off. Yes, he was acting like a jerk. But so did I. I was so afraid of him pushing away, that I jumped at the chance to pull back - and what if he was doing the very same thing? I never talked about this with FM when we were kinda-sorta dating, I was too busy trying to say what was on my mind, but in a nice way. I did get a bit wishy washy, and yeah, it could probably be interpreted as being distant. What if I try completely direct, no censors, and tell him exactly what I want, versus just telling him how I'm feeling in regards to stimulus response? Yeah, that's honest, but not completely honest. Maybe he's trying to see though the masks and the filters, just like I am, but he's responding in his own way - which is very different from my way. Is that such a bad thing?
Maybe I should try again, in earnest this time, versus only trying for trying's sake. I had no idea how he'd respond to that, especially since I told him not to call or talk to me, but hell, what did I have to lose? I'm going to walk into this without fear this time, I'm going to see what happens.
So when I got home I responded to his apology, exhausted and mildly buzzed after my version of heavy drinking. I texted him:
Ok, here's the thing. I'm looking for something serious and lasting. And I'm the over-analyzing type. I've interpreted that you're not so sure about me, and I felt hurt. So I pulled back. Do you really want to try dating or beyond with me?
So it wasn't so eloquent. I was inebriated, and the alcohol allowed me to pull back some of the layers of protection that I have constructed around myself. Sure, this could be a stupid move. Or it could be a good one. Or it can continue to be a learning experience and be a mixture of both. Regardless, I don't do anything half-assed, and I really am starstruck by this guy. He's not the only one interested in me, but I'm somehow fixated on him.
He called me back today. He asked me what I meant, if I was drunk when I texted him, and if I was dicking around with him. I told him I acted rashly because I felt hurt, yes I was under the influence of alcohol, and no I wasn't trying to be an ass, I was serious about this. He asked again if I was serious, and reminded me that a little over a week ago, I told him that I didn't want to talk to him anymore. I responded that I was hurt because I thought that he wasn't interested in me, and I wanted to push away in order to not get more hurt. I said that I'm looking for a long-term relationship, not something that is fly-by-night, and I interpreted a lot of signals that told me that he wasn't interested in that kind of relationship from me. He said that he was looking for that too. So I asked him if he was serious about really wanting to try again, and not half ass it like it had been the last month.
He told me he'd have to think about it, and said he'd call me back later. Ok. That's fine. I just gave him a 180, and he has to think about that. That's reasonable. If he's interested, great. If he's not, then hell, I did try. I feel like an ass, sure, because I was firm and uncompromising. And I feel like I did the appropriate thing for what was going on. But I also feel that I didn't express myself completely honestly, or at least, completely directly. So I did.
He called me back later and asked if I was fucking with him. I assured him I wasn't, and that I was serious. He asked me what had changed, and I told him directly about what had gone on in my head. I was trying to get in his head, and making assumptions based on his behavior. I was hurt after he broke up with me the day before my birthday. I was confused when he had called me back and said that he hadn't, and then angry when he said that it was my fault for assuming that he wanted to end the dating permanently. (He then apologized for that again.) I was then hurt and felt rejected when I tried to make plans to see him or actually went out on a limb to see him, but was then told that he was too busy or sent on my way. So I assumed that he wasn't really serious, but instead of asking him directly, I pushed away - fast and hard.
I then began rethinking that, and if we both are serious - then we can try to see if this is something real, or if we're both just deluding ourselves.
He concurred, and asked what I was doing that night. I told him that I wasn't doing much of anything, other than hanging out at the neighborhood block party. That, however was ending, and I was pretty much available. He said he was too, so I asked him if he'd like me to come over. He said yes, so I did. We went out to play pool, had a great time, talked a lot more about the past month of misunderstandings - and went home together.
Is this going to work? I'm guarded, but hopeful. If he's interested in making it work, then so am I. We'll see if some honesty about feelings and intentions cleared the air a bit. I am going through a bout of 'what the fuck am I doing?', but hell, I'm not completely naive. I want to try on mutual terms, not on his alone, nor on my own alone. It can be great, or a complete mess. I'm going to think positively, and maybe it will be fine. Yeah, he's immature compared to me, but I did act a lot similarly when I was his age. I grew out of it, and so may he. We'll just have to see if we both are mature enough to accept each other as we are.
I met various people at Burning Man and in Reno these past few weeks who, simply, asked me if I was available and interested in dating. Generally, perhaps I am available and I am interested in dating, but I wasn't interested in the people who were asking.
Strange how that is. Is my general disinterest of interested parties part of a larger social game, or is it because I'm simply not interested?
I've asked the question, so I know that I'm cognizant of this issue. I'm not being led around by undetermined or unidentified subconscious desires.
I'm just not interested. Either the person interested in me doesn't match cognitively, emotionally, or physically. There has to be a 'just right' match of all three parts for it to work. Two of the three things are relatively easy to figure out, the cognitive and the physical. The latter part is something that I'm not terribly proud of, but I do have wide and varying tastes. I don't limit myself to a specific category and type. However, I do desire that the person must be physically average-thin to in-shape, and not be so large that I feel minuscule. My ex-boyfriend and ex-husband are, for example, quite a bit taller than me at 6'2" and 5'11", respectively. I'm under 5'5", so height range is quite varied, but so big and tall that I'd feel like I'd break - no thanks. And I pride myself for not being fragile.
As for the first two requirements, they're especially important. The cognitive need, for example, is a must. If you can't have an interesting conversation, really what is the point beyond beauty? Good looking people are pleasing to look at, but for how long? How long can you stare into someones eyes and say nothing of merit or substance? Not terribly long. Sorry. I don't appreciate the vacant look or experience, and there's a hell of a lot of that out there. It's rather disturbing.
Emotional compatibility is a bit more tricky to figure out than the other two parts though. It takes time to see if there is a match, and sometimes more time is taken than one really needs. At least for me. I'm still learning this part.
The emotional need has only recently come onto the scene for me as especially important. My need for an emotional match came into fruition after my break-up with my ex-boyfriend. We never clicked emotionally, other than in a co-parasitic way. Co-parasitic seems like it should be commensal, but in this case neither of us gained: it seems as if we both only felt loss. I was his counselor and he felt as if he were my anchor. I really don't ever want to go through that again. I got another taste of it from Peter, and while it was difficult for me to let go because of my fears about loneliness and hurting him - it had to be done. I can not and will not let myself be in, exist in, or accept another emotionally lopsided intimate relationship.
No. Not yours.
Friendships are one thing, and even they must share equivalency. Intimate relationships are so easily corrupted if clung to naively or desperately. Whereas friendships are easier to let go if there is emotional imbalance (even if still difficult sometimes), for me, intimate relationships quickly become complicated and extrication is more difficult. Synergy of emotional and cognitive compatibility are necessary for any relationships beyond the maintenance level. I require this compatibility in friendships, whereas I consider the physical component irrelevant. Intimate relationships, however, are different. And perhaps I'm shallow because of it, but again, I am at least acknowledging that.
So, I haven't been interested in the prospects coming out of the woodwork. I was interested in FM, he didn't pan out (no pun intended). I was interested in Bit, but he's not available for a multitude of reasons. So I continue on my way, and perhaps one day, sometime, I'll find somebody just right. Too bad I'm not into bears, otherwise I'd be one happy Goldilocks.
FM called again today. I was pulling the phone out of my pocket and accidentally answered before I knew who it was. No matter. Better to talk in person (over the phone) about not talking and other boundaries than leaving crappy cowardly messages and then hoping that the other person "gets it".
So he really wanted to see if I'd back down and say 'okay, you're right, let's keep talking'. I didn't. I told him that I wasn't in a place emotionally to do that, and I stood my ground. He tried to pull the guilt card again, stating that he really wanted to be friends because he 'cares' about me. I said I'm not ready for that, but I respect him enough to tell him my intentions rather than ignoring him and making him have to guess.
At the end of this short conversation, he said the he really must have pissed me off for me to be giving him the brush off that I am. I agreed, and told him yeah, he did.
I feel that this time I was assertive and confident enough to make my point - without being an ass. And I was able to say it to him in real life (over the phone) rather than leaving those crappy messages that suck.
A short e-mail from Bit today. He clarified what he wanted and was expecting, and now we can go from there. None of that awkward stuff of unspoken innuendo or expectations, it's all right there in front. Which was exactly what I was looking for.
He considers the Burning Man experience to be a one-time thing, but is still open to a friendship. Excellent.
Works for me. I met somebody I connected with on that level in a very short period of time, and that is a very rare thing. Normally, it takes me months or years to let a person into the circle, and I keep the acquaintance hurdles very high - high enough to be an impenetrable wall. This time I didn't, and at Burning Man I dropped the hurdles almost completely for a couple of people that were certainly worthy. I let two people in on this short run, and I'm glad for it. Now that I let them, and specifically Bit, into that circle - having him sit out would, put colloquially, suck.
He seems to be on the same wavelength, and that's great. I know better than pursuing a man who labels himself straight. I learned that lesson very early in college, and I'm not about to get a refresher. I know the boundaries and the limits, and being that he's established where he stands in the sand - I'm all too happy to draw a line that I dare not cross.
Preventative measure, prevents the real awkwardness from forming later because the gay boy wants more than the straight boy is willing to give. Still, I had to figure out where the line is in an obtuse manner because I'm not very good at subtlety, and never have been. I generally fail miserably when I go by my own assumptions. My gut feelings are generally right, but once I put those feelings through the wringer of the analyzation mechanisms, then it all comes out screwy. So I've learned to cut through that by being relatively direct. I've especially learned that in the past few months, and for now, it's serving me quite well.
In the post script of his e-mail, he wrote a lyric from the song Lateralus from Tool. It fits the person I still see in myself, even as I'm learning new strategies:
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
How apropos.
I am at least being transparent, and that means that there is one less filter that I have to decode when dealing with other people. There are always going to be filters that others are using, masks that they put on, and cultural norms that have to be tared out. If I'm a little more obvious about what I want and what I think when I'm trying to figure out what others mean from what is said, done, or not said, then perhaps I won't have to cut through the distortion of my own reflection as they're simultaneously also trying to figure me out. Well, at least not as much. Can't completely get rid of myself in my interaction with others. Schrodinger's cat issue.
Enough tangent. I appreciate his honesty. He seems to at least tolerate my verbage. That works.
FM called last night about 10:30 or so, but I didn't pick up. He left a message, and was surprisingly, um, reasonable.
He offered to watch a movie that I have been wanting to see for some time, "Sunshine". He knew I had finally given up and seen the movie myself, so after offering, he then said he was going to watch it, 'so we had something to talk about later." If I were willing.
However, this changes nothing.
He stated that although I don't want to date him, he'd still like to talk to me. But if I don't want to talk to him, that's cool too, he said. Wow. First time I've been given even a little leeway by him. Too bad it's too little too late.
Complications. He threw me away when I really wanted him. He tossed me back when I tried over and over again. Now he wants me back after I turned the tables and tossed him back into the water. Isn't this game just like in the movies? Isn't there supposed to be something I should know, do or say? If there is, I'm unaware, 'cause I got nothing. No ideas. No quips. No fix-its. No plans. No feel good moments. No satisfaction. Just a feeling of emptiness in my chest.
I received an e-mail from Bit, in which in stated that he had a wonderful and amazing time at Burning Man, as well as a couple of other 'first things'. He also expressed that he was impressed at the fact that I said exactly what I felt and were we both stood at the time. He then mentioned that he was glowing, had experienced a huge change in his life, and then thanked me for being part of that.
It was kinda out there in the open, so I sent off something stupid.
I have to say I had a life changing experience as well. I behaved in ways I would have never allowed myself to behave before (i.e. clothing, drum circles, etc.), and I spent a lot of time listening to people that I wouldn't have had the time or inclination to listen to before. That being said, instead of fearing and assuming reaction which drives me to inaction, I came out and said what was on my mind - both with you and in general. I'm glad that I did, because with you I had the most memorable experience of my life.
I regret nothing and because of you, have walked away from the event stronger, happier, and more confident than when I walked in. I gained a lot on multiple levels from my experience with you, and am very very grateful. I am honored and pleased that you felt that you did too. It's amazing how life can through some curveballs, and even more amazing how sometimes those curveballs make pretty amazing runs.
I hope that you are able to work out what you need to work out with your friends, and that you aren't getting too much grief from potential rumors. I won't be a jewish mother, I swear! I also promise to continue to be respectful of what you need and where you are.
Now enough of the serious talk.
My schedule sucks too. I was at work when I called you yesterday, and I ended up being in labs for almost 11 hours yesterday. Thursdays are worse, with a 14 hour scheduled day... and damn, it looks like it's going to suck big time for the rest of the semester. I'm trying to figure out how to have time for myself (even if I'm going to have to abandon ship and say frack it.) So games... um, yeah. Weekends once Spore comes out (and you rebuild your comp)?
Then I thought better of my previous e-mail and replied again:
It's been a long and grueling week after Burning Man, and now back in default world, I remember why it sucks so much to have to go to work everyday. Even when you love your job, the hour 10-14 hour days can really really take a toll on ya.
First off, I'm just going to get something out of the way. I am a nerd, as you have readily discovered in a very short period of time, and I am really good at making things seem awkward - even when there is no reason for such things. I think it's probably because I never really understood (or picked up on) various social cues or subtleties that come naturally to most. I spend a lot of time pretending I get it, when I'm really struggling to figure out exactly what is going on. So that, coupled with my analytical nature, creates quite a storm of 'what the fuck am I doing?"!
The funny thing is that there is nothing complicated going on. I am just unsure if you want to continue communicating, i.e. e-mail, or are afraid that I might be thinking that there is something bigger than there really is.
I have no idea what you're thinking, so instead of assuming anything, I'm going to tell you directly what I'm thinking so that you are clear about my intentions. I met a guy who I could talk to about what on my mind, even though I was simultaneously exuberated and scared out of my wits. I met a guy I like - and if that means just friends to you, then I'm cool with that. If that means something else, then I'm cool with that too. I don't want to be the creepy guy who crosses boundaries willy nilly without regard to your sensibilities. I do, however, want to continue chatting. Even if through e-mail because I met someone with whom I'd like to be friends.
It is at this point that I feel awkward because I don't know if you're down with that. All I know is that I can toss this particular thought pebble into the water and listen for a splash. If nothing comes back, I totally get it. I have seen other friends who have tried to have guy friends who have identified as straight get into some pretty awkward situations because nobody knows what the boundaries are, what the expectations are, and because, honestly, expectations get in the way from all of the assumptions made because nobody says what is actually on their minds.
So anyway, I felt like I personally made a connection and potentially, a life-long friend. Minimally, I'd like to keep the friends part, but had to get the awkward part out of the way in my head before I could start randomly chatting about crap going on down in Nevada. In a short time, I learned so much from you and you were a major part of my experience at burning man. I'm, however, scared that I'm sullying that experience by doing what I'm doing now: writing you like this, versus pretending that I have no conflicted thoughts. Unlike the acquaintances I make with the general population where there is no weirdness because it takes a long time for me to let others in as friends, I have a healthier respect and caution about this - which is why I'm writing in such a stilted and potentially pretentious manner.
So now that's out of the way, I'll stop, and never mention it again unless prompted.
Oh, and by the way, I don't own either a xbox or a playstation because I know that if I did, I would never go to work. Ever.
Those consoles are my crack.
And with that e-mail, I effectively tossed the confidence tossed out the window. What the hell am I looking for? And why am I looking in the first place? Why am I going fishing?
I said good-bye to FM. After I left a message and then again tried calling back twice, he called me back. When he called, he said he was at work, so I said I should talk to him some other time. He said he rather talk then, so instead of prolonging all of this and insisting for a more appropriate time, I told him what I've needed to tell him.
I said there is no delicate way of saying what I need to say, so I'll come right out with it. It is time to end this.
He asked me what I meant, and I told him that this relationship as it stands and as it has been is not working for me. I no longer want to do this, and I want out, and it's only fair to let him know exactly what I mean. I want to end this relationship.
He told me I was making a bad decision by telling him that this relationship is not working. Actually, he phrased it in the form of a question, "Don't you think that you're making a bad decision by telling me that it's not working?" He told me that telling him I want out and a clean break is selfish of me. He told me that he has been waiting for me and I was invalidating his feelings by not trying to make this work. He asked me if I had done something (or met somebody) while gone for the past week to have made me come to the decision I did. He asked me why I strung him along as long as I did if I was going to do was tell him that I didn't want this to work. He asked me if I thought of him as just a fling.
I told him that I wasn't doing this because I was mad at him or because I felt that he was a bad person. I just told him simply that this isn't working. We are two incompatible people, and that this is nobodies fault. I said that I was not in a place of emotional stability to try to make this work, and that I will not allow myself to feel guilty about making this decision. I told him that we've already both seen fallout because we just didn't click.
I said that I was not going to expect him to change and be somebody I wanted him to be. I told him that he should be just who he is, and find someone who likes him as he is. And I deserve the same.
He said that he told me that he would change and be more 'copacetic' toward my behavior. He said that I didn't give him a chance to prove that to me. He said that it wasn't fair that I was just ending it without allowing him to make the decision mutually.
I told him that I didn't intend for this relationship to be so short. I didn't. I was so happy when he said that he'd go on a date with me. I was so happy that he was interested in me. I was devastated when he said that he was done with me. I was then cautious but optimistic when he took it back, rescinded, and said he wanted to try again. I wanted so much to make this relationship work that I sacrificed my feelings and my self-respect trying to force this to work. I struggled so fucking hard over all of this. But how could I tell him that? How could I tell him that no matter how hard I struggle, the barrier is ultimately that he needs to grow up? He needs to stop drinking so that he will actually face life around him and stop self-medicating. He needs to stop tuning out the world through alcohol, and actually face his feelings. I can't tell him those things, they wouldn't be constructive. Not at this time, and depending on his maturation, perhaps never. So I said something that I learned myself recently: we both have agree that the relationship is working to actually make it work. When one truly gives up, it's over.
I also told him that I need a lot of growing up to do. I said that I allowed myself to be vulnerable and tried to do what he asked, including calling him and seeing him. When I did those things though, I was told that he was too busy to talk and/or I was sent packing. (I didn't tell him what was on my mind, the fact that I knew he wasn't so much busy as he was drunk.) I told him I felt rejected, and I no longer wanted to be in a place where I felt that anymore. I emphasized that these observations were my feelings, and were no fault of his. They are just other indications of our overall incompatibility.
It was like trying to stick a square peg into a round hole. Nothing is wrong with either the peg or the hole, they're just incompatible.
He asked me how long I was back in town and why I hadn't tried to call him before. He said that he has been going crazy waiting for me to call. He repeated himself, "I've been waiting for you," over and over again. I told him I was sorry, but I wasn't sure what to say or how to explain it without blaming him, so I told him what I could of the truth: I've been scared shitless, and I didn't know what to say or how to say what I needed to say.
He asked, "Shouldn't your body be telling you that you're making a bad decision if you're feeling bad about what you're going to do?" I told him no, I felt bad because I feel like I'm the bad guy in this, but I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do.
He asked me if he should wait for me until I change my mind. I told him no, don't wait for me. I can offer nothing, no time table. This is where I stand.
He ended the conversation by saying that he was going to start crying and wanted to get off the phone. I agreed, and said that I was too. So he said good-bye.
This is only the second time in my life when I've dumped somebody. The first time was my ex-husband. I know how much it hurts to be dumped, it's happened to me five times. I haven't had that many relationships in my life, I've only had two serious ones, and I've only dated four times besides FM. Yes, the sample size is small. Still I know the pain of rejection, and it hurts me to have to be the cause of the same inevitable feelings. However, it was the right thing to do. And I wasn't about to allow myself to be distracted by the guilt tactics, whether intentionally manipulative or not. Of course he's hurt. I'm hurt. Unfortunately at this time, that's just the way it must end.
I've begun the process of saying good-bye to FM. I've called his mobile a couple of times, but he hasn't picked up the phone when I've called. If I can help it, then I'm not about to leave an awkward message. If however, I spend a week calling without him picking up the phone, I will have to inevitably leave that 'I'm over this' message over voicemail. In other circumstances, I would most definitely respect a person enough to relay this kind of message in person, but it seems that meeting him in person would not only make all of this even more awkward, but it has the potential to be catastrophic.
He is unpredictable.
At least, from my perspective.
I don't understand him, and it seems as if I am fated for this confusion with him. I would say that perhaps in a couple of years when he grows up... but no. I'm not going to be that wistful, presumptuous or patient. One time in my life, I would have been all of the above, but now, no. I'm sorry, but I don't have that kind of energy or naivety anymore.
I've done a lot of growing up myself in the past couple of months. Or perhaps I've finally realized that I'm not desperate. Or perhaps I'm just tired. Whatever it is, I'm not willing to sacrifice my confidence for abuse.
I made a quick call to Bit today, but he was in traffic on the way home. I indicated that I would love to hear from him if he wanted to call back, effectively putting the ball in his court. If he's interested, he'll call. If he's not, he won't.
I have to somehow figure out how to say good-bye to FM. I'm avoiding this inevitable conversation because I know that it will go badly, no matter how I try to finagle it. I will be the bad guy. I can't help it. That is what he's looking for.
Reno is just such a small town, I want to try to not destroy my reputation in one go - but I have made choices - and now have to live with the consequences.
When FM broke up with me over a month ago, I was privately relieved. I could just walk away, even though I was confused and hurt. But when he called back over and over to convince me to try again, I caved. I said yes, I'll try again.
And I tried. Not very hard, admittedly, but I have done the best with what I've had, and with what I knew how to do. I did not allow myself to become clingy or co-dependant or abused. I put my foot forward, and continued to get smacked by a 2x4 for my troubles. I respected myself and was belittled for it. I tried to spend time with Peter, and I was rejected repeatedly. I'm not going to try anymore. I really am done.
But I'm not angry. I'm just resigned to the fact that this isn't going to work. It wasn't working. I haven't spent time with him for over a month. There is no point to this. Really. I am such a very different place than he is right now. We have little in common. I was just afraid of being alone.
Which is why I said yes to trying again. I'm not afraid of being alone like that anymore. At least, not for the price that I'd have to pay by continuing to be in an abusive relationship. I have learned my lesson. It's time to let go of FM.
FM has called three times and left messages. Twice while I was at Burning Man, and once the day I got back on Monday. I have to tell him that I'm not interested. I can't just ignore him with the silent treatment. Sure, it's convenient right now that my schedule is packed and I have no time to call, but that is a piss poor excuse. I just have to suck it up and tell him that I am not interested in continuing a relationship (or a friendship) with him. But how do I do that without being a bad guy? Does it matter?
I will continue to respect myself. That is my priority. If my needs desire that I do not behave badly, or rudely, then I should tell him directly rather than ignore him. Telling him directly will be uncomfortable and probably combative, but I will not engage that. I will just say what I need to say. I will not cave. I will not intend to hurt him more than the fact of saying enough is enough, and I will do this. I have to. It's what is best for me.
I just got back from a most incredible week at Burning man. This year's theme was Green Man, and while Burning Man isn't really a very 'green' and environmentally friendly enterprise, it certainly entertains a large number of people who are generally more supportive of environmental causes than the overall American population. The city this year apparently hosted 47,097 people at its peak, and in the middle of the Black Rock Desert playa, even still the city is fantastically dwarfed by the amount of playa salt dust in the flat plain of the relatively dead lake bed of Lake Lahontan.
Burning Man has an enormous population of those who would not consider themselves religious, including myself. And even so, it is filled with spiritual symbolism and general good-will. This is what I find so fascinating about the event, people come to find their own meaning, without trying to convert or judge others along the way as they too try to come to terms with their versions of the meaning and value of life. As one flippant man cried out to a few drunken revelers in a crowd of thousands of respectful watchers as the Temple Mausoleum burned and fell to the ground in ashes, "Stop ruining my personal spiritual experience man!", we all laughed and cried simultaneously as the tension was broken, for most of us came for one experience, a unique awakening. A unique experience. Something of our very own for each of us to cherish and keep, or share, of our own choosing.
I met a young man who I find astonishing. He seems to find me astonishing as well, and I feel that we made a wonderful connection. This time I'm not smitten, as I was with Peter, but I do think I found a life-long friend. More may come out of this, more may not, but I am happy with what has happened. It was unexpected. I wasn't looking for anyone, or looking to 'hook up' with anyone. However, he seems to have just fell from the stars, so to speak, and while I know that there are some pretty serious differences between us, we found ourselves in a great playa experience and relationship for the past several days.
On Tuesday evening, I was playing with a frog croak at a bongo drum circle with my neighbors. After the first set I saw this blond young man standing off to the side behind me, and he was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. It was late, after 11:00 p.m. and it was getting cold, so I gestured that he sit in an empty chair next to me as we all played. I was struggling to keep rhythm because I haven't generally been good at such things, nor in any kind of practice, but I was having fun that night and we played four sets of songs. While playing, I grinned unashamedly at all my neighbors, and the new boy sitting next to me.
Later that night as the camp began to shut down for the night, we started talking, exchanging names, "My playa name is 'Bit'," he pronounced, "Bit, like Byte. I am a computer tech in the default world." We made some small talk, but it was around 3 in the morning, so we all called it a night and headed to our respective homes.
The next morning, I was again sharing camp with the neighbors and Bit stopped by. We started talking and hit it off. After breakfast, we parted company and went off to explore the playa on our own. I walked over to the Mausoleum Temple and wrote a message on the alter telling my ex-boyfriend goodbye. I had never written anything in the alter or on the temple the last two times I had gone to Burning Man because I never felt that I had needed to do so. This time, however, I needed to let this relationship go. I still had this dim gem in my hands, and I needed to set it down. The mausoleum was an effigy to these feelings, and was a symbol to all of the playa community for just such feelings and needs.
Wednesday night after dinner, the neighbors again staged another drum circle. After the sets, people began talking about taking walks around the playa to see the nightlife and Barry and I talked about walking together to see the sights. Bit showed up, and he wanted to know if he could come along. We readily agreed and set off to see what was beyond the city circle on foot. As we ambled from exhibit to exhibit, the three of us talked about life, humanity, the community of the playa and default world, and other random things. I learned that Bit was 25, and from Seattle. We also talked about sexuality, and after Bit had talked about his girlfriend earlier in the day, I called him a straight boy after some random comment. He said, "I wouldn't label me quite like that," he said, "but I do like women." We laughed it off, but I felt a twinge. I thought, however, that I was trying to read something that wasn't so, and so I let it go and forgot about it.
We walked to the Man, dozens of art peices that lit up the dark, and then made the trek across the play to a 360 degree light show of ping pong balls lit up by multicolored LEDs, which flashed in magnificent patterns and colors, mesmerizing all, sober and wasted alike. I had made this journey for the past three nights, and I loved sitting down to just stare at the lights as they flickered and flashed. We watched this display for a good forty minutes until we tired and then we began to walk to Crude Awakenings, the 170 foot tall oil Derrek that was faced by seven sculptures that were 40 foot tall of various men and women praying in the fashion of all seven major religions. We watched the people climb to the top of the Derrek, and look out across the playa to the city which was at least a mile away, as I had done the night before. It was near 3 o'clock in the morning when we turned back toward the city center. We hung out longer watching some Fire Spinners perform with poor musical accompaniment, and being tired, Barry and I parted ways with Bit to go home.
On Thursday morning, bit again stopped by after breakfast and we chatted. We again parted ways, but during the afternoon, after taking a nap in the back of the purple bus I was staying in, Bit was hanging out with my bunk mates at the front. I gave him a big smile and we chatted amiably with my bunk mates for a couple hours, as we waited out the heat. After the sun went down, we hung out together, going to various art projects and talking. We came back for the drum circle at the neighbors' and afterwards we bantered with everybody.
Bit was playing with some light sticks, and trying to copy the fire spinners moves that we had seen the night before. I grabbed a couple of sticks and said what the hell, I'd try the same thing. Barry seemed a bit put out, so Bit went into the street and found a boy to come talk with us. The boy was dressed in a furry purple puppy suit, sans face (but with perky ears) and was all over Barry, probably because he was on an e-trip. It did, however, keep him distracted while Bit and I began to flirt. We slow danced around each other, because I was completely unsure what the hell was going on because of the Straight Boy block that I put on him. Bit was getting more and more friendly though, and I was feeling more and more intrigued. The sign I needed to more forward full throttle though didn't come until I was sitting in a pampasan chair and Bit asked me to scoot over so he could sit next to me. Barry was still being distracted by the boy as Bit and I became more touchy feeling. Hands moving to rest on legs, that sort of thing.
When it was completely obvious that yes, we were into each other - I decided it was time to go, and I whispered to Bit that we should head out. He agreed, and we made our goodbyes to the group. I followed him back to his camp which was only a couple hundred of feet away. We spent the night together, talking and then exploring each other a bit before falling asleep in each other's arms. We talked about his girlfriend, and he confessed that she was at burning man staying at the same camp with him, but they were no longer a couple. They had broken up a few weeks before, he explained, but still came to the event with her because they had already planned to do so. I ensured that he really wasn't with somebody else, but understood the complication. I had some reservations in my head because of the straight label, but I let it go as soon as I realized that he was allowing himself to be a lot more complicated than simple labels allow. Our time together that night was lovely, personal, and extremely satisfying although we did little sexually. Our time was very hot, because I was bonded in rope after a fun experience with rope tying earlier in the day, and Bit had to undo about 50 feet of rope tied around my body. That was certainly a memorable experience. Neither of us even climaxed, we just flowed until we both tired, being a little after sunrise, and then fell asleep.
The next morning we woke up and realized that his girlfriend was already awake and outside of her tent in the camp. He was concerned a bit, because he didn't want her to know that he had spent the night with a guy because, according to him, he hadn't done that before. He also said that he and his girlfriend share the same circle of friends and was concerned about the cross chatter that would happen. Me, being amicable and not thinking that this is going to be a long-term thing, allowed him his privacy. When the time was right, we both snuck out without being seen and made our way to the port-o-potties to relieve ourselves. We then parted ways and I went to go have breakfast at the neighbors' place.
Friday afternoon, I again woke up from a nap to find Bit hanging out in the purple bus. We said howdy and had another conversation with the group. This time we talked mostly shop though, about our respective departments at the university. I was trying to steer the conversation back to more general topics, but my bunk mates kept coming back to technical matters. Bit finally got thoroughly bored, and excused himself after the sixth or so time that I tried to change the subject. I used the opportunity to excuse myself too, and chased after him. After catching up with him at his camp, I apologized for the shop talk, and asked if he was alright since he was laying in his pick-up during the worst part of the heat. He said he was and we parted ways. I went to hang out with some other friends I had just met as he napped.
We met up later that night after dinner and drum circle and hung out in the playa dust for a little while. We again spent the night together, but just spooned this time after talking. I slept pretty well, but had difficulty falling asleep because of the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of the house and trance music from two nearby camps that went all night without stopping. I spent most of the night listening to him sleep, listening to the pattern of his breath as he moved from dream state to dream state.
Saturday morning we again made a break out of camp without being seen, although he was less worried about being spotted. Things just worked out for us not to be noticed, even though he had started to indicate that he didn't care what this girl thought or whom she might tell. We parted ways again, and told each other that we would meet up for the Burn. Both the Man and the Crude Awakenings exhibit were to burn that night.
We met up and had dinner together, then headed out as a group for the burning of the Man. After arriving at the perimeter, I passed out glow sticks as Bit hung out with my party. When I ran out of goods, I came back to our art car, and plucked Bit off to go find a place to sit down and hang out. We found a spot one row back from the perimeter and sat down. We had a great time, chatting the whole time, talking about the event, what we were seeing, and about ourselves. We put our arms around each other most of the event, and I was keeping my hands on his legs because he was cold and wearing shorts. (It was a good excuse for me.) After the burning of the man, we headed back to the art car and when everyone was assembled, we headed towards the second burn for the night.
My bunk mates ran into friends as we made the two mile trek across the playa in the dark, and they stopped to talk. After awhile, Bit and I were bored, so we decided to hop off and make our own way to the event. We held hands the entire way, just having a grand time. We found a nice spot and sat down on the perimeter. After some shuffling because of broken down art cars and ranger issues, we finally found a stable spot on the perimeter and waited for the event to begin. It took two hours of waiting and Bit was beginning to get antsy and a bit cranky, wanting to get it over and done with because he was cold and hungry. I was too, but less cold, and I teased him a bit about it. We horsed around a bit, and it came up that we hadn't planned sleeping arrangements. He said something oblique, I can't remember what, and I asked him if he was telling me that he wanted me to stay the night with him. He asked me if that's what I wanted him to ask, and I affirmed. He said, "Fine then, I guess you're staying," and grinned at me. "Fine," I echoed and held him., learning from the rangers that there was an assault on the other side of the perimeter which stalled the event.
The event finally started and blew us all away. It was phenomenal. We thought the acetylene bomb at the man was cool. The Crude Awakenings burn was stupendous. After about 20 minutes of burn, Bit wanted to head home for food. I agreed, and it would give us time to change, eat, and settle in. We split up for a half hour or so to get the necessities done, and then met up again at his camp. We talked, and again fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning Bit pulled open the fabric cover enclosing the back of his camper shell on his pickup. He had said the night before that he didn't care what his ex thought, he was happy to be hanging out with me - and that he was proud of the fact that he was with a hot guy. Um. Thanks. I was a little taken aback by that statement, but in the context of him explaining his relationship with her, it wasn't terribly surprising. It was a surreal moment, though. She was basically ignoring him, although it was obvious that he was up and awake. At some point however, somebody shouted something random in the camp behind us, and she turned to look... and spotted me in my underwear. She stopped, her eyes widened.... then she turned around and went back to her business.
Okay then.
Bit and I chatted quietly for little while, and we talked about the Mausoleum burn that night. He said that he wanted to go to that solo, because he had some personal things to deal with in terms of effigy. I agreed with him, I had some things to deal with too, and then we parted ways. I had a trek to make to the Mausoleum again anyway for other needs, and Bit had his own needs. After my trek out, I headed back to the neighbor's camp, and met up with one of the women I had instantly bonded with at the neighbor's camp. She was having a personal crisis, so I helped her out by taking her to the medical clinic. After the first one wasn't any help, I took her to the one at center camp which had a REMSA team. They weren't able to help much either, but while there, we ran into Bit, who was waiting in line for some information. We went up to talk to him, but things were a bit odd. And distant. I wasn't sure what was going on, and the conversation was stilted and awkward. She felt it, and backed off to let us chat. Even so, the conversation was still awkward. I told him that I'd be happy to wait with him until he found what he needed, but he said no, and said that he'd catch up with me later. So I bid him goodbye, and walked back to the camp with my other friend.
As we walked, I loaned her my hat because she had forgotten hers in the heat and the sun and I talked with her about Bit. She said that she had noticed the conversation was awkward, therefore she backed off, but was at a loss with me as to figure out what was going on. Since I felt a bit tired and sun struck, and honestly, a bit confused (no pun intended) I went to go take a nap in the bus. I never fully fell asleep, but instead dropped into this fugue state where you are not quite dreaming, but also not quite lucid. I worked myself into a panic attack, and realized that I was having separation anxiety about Bit, knowing that we'd be heading our separate ways to our separate cities in two days. I woke up completely, and my bunk mates realized that something was wrong. One of them pulled out an infrared thermometer, and realized that I was running a huge fever. My surface temp was apparently running at 102 degrees, so my core body temp must have been much higher. They put a cold t-shirt on me and made me drink lots of water.
As I was cooling down, I kept thinking about what was running through my head during the fugue state. I was having separation anxiety. I was afraid of telling Bit what I felt. I was afraid of being too clingy. I was afraid of wanting to pursue this further. I was afraid of being vulnerable. I was afraid of being rejected. I was afraid that I was letting myself get too attached.
So I thought about it some more and thought to myself, 'You know what? I may never see him again. If he wants something shallow, I won't ever see him again anyway. What's the difference if I tell him what I'm feeling and he says good-bye or if I don't say what I'm feeling and we're both confused and he says good-bye?' So I waited until I cooled off some more, mustered up some courage - and walked to his camp. He was cat-napping in the heat and opened his eyes as I walked up. I kneeled down next to him and asked him if he had a moment to talk. He nodded, so I said, "Look, I know that this is awkward. But I have something to say." And I told him what was on my mind.
I told him about the thoughts running around in my head, and he listened. I told him that I was okay with this 'thing' as it is. I told him that I was having separation anxiety. I told him that I was fine if he wanted this to be a playa relationship, with no outside consequences or I was happy if this became something more where I could get to know him better - but I had to know what he thought directly versus assume what I think he might think. As I said that this may only be a playa relationship, his face fell. He interrupted me just after I made the last statement to ask me if that's what I wanted, a playa relationship. I told him no. I want to get to know him better. He exhaled, looked relieved, and said, "That's what I want too. Thank you for letting me know that. I really appreciate the fact that you came to talk to me."
And then he kissed me.
My heart skipped several beats.... and I said, "Okay, I'm really happy about this, but I'm not going to make this more awkward. I'm going to head out now, but I'll see you tonight." He smiled and said certainly after the mausoleum burns.
I met up with him after a very emotionally wrought burn where I cried like a baby as I let go of my ex-boyfriend (especially difficult because Monday was supposed to be our 5 year anniversary), Peter, and some of my own self-hatred and insecurities. I also thought of Bit, and felt better... and uncertain - and I didn't care because I didn't feel bad. No longer did I feel anxious. What is going to be is going to be. I be who I am and not try to be anything else. Here was a guy who is handsome and (mostly) straight and lives two states away and likes me for who I am. If I can find him, I can find whomever anywhere. I am exactly as I am, and all I ever need to be as long as I'm willing to be humble and grow.
After that catharsis, I headed back to the bus on my own and spent 45 minutes or so reflecting some more by myself. Once I felt centered, I headed towards Bit's camp. He was sleeping under the camper and I woke him up gently. He asked me how the burn went, and I told him that it was emotional and fantastic. I asked him if he had gone, and he said no, because he had run into rebar on the way and bruised his knee. I asked him if he was alright, and he said that he was now, but it hurt like hell for a while. I asked if he was hungry, and he said no, he had already eaten, but that I should feed myself. I agreed, and told him that I'd be back after getting some dinner. He nodded, and as I turned to go, he grabbed my hand and said, "Bring some lube," and he winked at me.
I smiled broadly and said, "Sure!" I went back to camp and was making myself some dinner, when my bunkmates showed up. I talked with them a short while I ate and told them that I again wasn't going to stay the night there, which merited me some needling and teasing. After getting prepared, I grabbed some earplugs this time, some condoms, lube, and headed back to Bit's place.
Once there, he ascertained whether I had the lube - and finding that I did, told me to get undressed. I was wearing a flight suit, and it came off in one peice. Bit was very pleased, and tackeled me. After passionate kissing and some foreplay, Bit pulled out a condom and put in on me. He told me to go slow, because this was the first time that he was with a man, and he wasn't sure what it was supposed to be like. I told him that there was much more to good sex than that, and said that fucking would have to wait. He kissed me again and told me to show him.
So I did. It was fantastic. We talked as we went, saying what we liked and encouraging each other to do more of the things that we really liked. He seemed to love everything I showed him, and tried to copy almost all of it with me. We moved like fluid, and flowed so smoothly. I felt so close to him as I held and kissed him. After the foreplay needed to loosen him up, I then began to fuck him (still wearing the condom that he put on me an hour before,) slowly - lovingly, to make sure that I didn't hurt him. As he relaxed I picked up pace, and talked to him about what we should try. He gave fantastic feedback, telling me what he liked and didn't so that we could do this right, and do it well.
After a good half hour to 45 minutes of that, I knew that it was time for me to stop, or I'd hurt him. So I pulled out and flipped over, so that he could switch places. I put a condom on him and guided him to me telling him to be slow as well at first. He did, and I reveled.
He fucked me until I came in huge amounts, surprising us both, and he came in the condom while in me almost immediately afterwards. We wiped up first (playa dust sucks) and collapsed on each other. As we breathed heavily into each other's bodies, we continued to embrace, kiss, and stroke each other's hair.
Afterwards we talked, and he asked me about what it was like to be gay. I told him my persective, and where I am on that continuum. He asked me about the Kinsey scale and after I explained it, decided that he must be a 2 or 2 and a half, because he 'likes women way too damned much'. I smiled and said that was fine, people are all over the scale, and one was just as valid as the other. I held him tight as we talked more, and about 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning we finally fell asleep.
The next day was Monday, the day we all had to leave. We woke up just after 8 a.m., and after being called a blanket hog (because for the first time, I slept really deeply), he laughed at me as we laced up our shoes for the port-a-potty run. I had a fantastic time, and a fantastic week with him. We said our good-byes several times for the next three hours until my caravan finally fully packed up and made it out at 10 a.m.
I have had one of the best times in my life. I have also had experienced the most fantastic courtship of my life, even though I know that we will probably only be friend for the rest of our lives. I would hope for more, but know to expect less. If I'm surprised, fine. If this turns out to be only an experience for the playa, then I'm still happy that I had the experience. I regret nothing. I feel confident. I expect nothing.
I didn't come to the playa looking for someone to meet. This just happened, and it happened organically. I will see where it goes from here. I feel serenity.
I'm a gay man from Reno, Nevada who now lives in the Bay Area (hopefully soon to be San Francisco). I've been blogging for a couple of years but had taken a break from writing to clear my head. I've been in two relationships lasting over the past ten years, and I'm still trying to find my own way. I'm continuously on the path towards figuring out who I really am, what I want from life, and where I'm going. It has been a tough road, but the light is getting brighter.
This blog is a work in progress. For me, the work is to continuously find the productive parts of my life and my behavior, incorporate positive changes permanently into my life, and slough off the stuff that isn't so great. I've left a career path and the city I've lived in my entire adult life for love, and now am struggling to find work and a place to settle (a victim of the economy, as so many others are). Even so, I found that I'm generally quite capable on my own, but I am still human and fallable.
This blog is about gaining my confidence and owning my own life. It's about a small town gay man learning about himself in an urban city. It's about me.
This little corner is my personal space. Here I can chronicle my behavior, share my thoughts, and engage in my own conversation. Through this
medium, I can share what it is that I'm thinking as life unfolds before me. I do this so that I can look
back - and ultimately assess how I am really living.
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