Hi everyone!
Sorry I have been out of pocket over the past week! There's so much to catch up on! Here goes...
Last Saturday was an absolute blast. The band was really entertaining, and we had absolutely no problem going through the two bottles of wine I had hidden in my brand new "wine purse". Some of the folks near us got a kick out of watching me do the surreptitious pours out of the hidden spigot! It was a great night!
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A couple things happened last weekend that made me feel like I'm on the right track with my therapy.
First, I tried to reestablish contact with my ex GF. The reason wasn't to try to rekindle anything -- it was more to see if she wanted the Foo Fighters tickets that I had bought us back in December. That is her favorite band, and those tickets would mean a lot more to her than to me (even though I could get some good $$ by scalping). When I tried to reach out and be nice (without mentioning the tickets), I was reminded why we were so fundamentally incompatible. She triggers the *$!&*@ out of me, and I'm sure I do the same to her. Wow. Yeah, I think I'm going to keep the tickets. The good news about this is how unaffected I was by it all. I'm totally over it, and I truly believe I may have dodged a bullet. Note that I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with this person -- just that she is ABSOLUTELY not right for me.
Let's compare and contrast this to my latest friend, shall we?
As of last weekend, she and I had gone out a couple times. It has been very chill, and we're really enjoying the conversation / company. Our first dinner lasted 3 hours, and the second lasted four (we don't struggle for things to talk about LOL). Anyway, I texted her that Friday with something that would normally expect a response. I didn't hear anything back. I texted again on Sunday with yet another message that would prompt a response. Nothing. Uh Oh.
Of course, being left on "read" is a HUGE trigger for me, and I began circling the drain. I started thinking back to our date the previous Thursday, and I came to the conclusion that something I said about my transition toward the end of the night must have turned the abstract concept of dating a transgender woman into something more tangible and REAL. She must have spooked or gotten the "ick". I'm hyper-sensitive to this because it has happened WAY too many times over the past year. Anyway, I gave it another day before I just couldn't take it anymore.
I'm proud of how I handled it. In the past, I may have engaged in "protest behavior" by expressing my dissatisfaction while trying to save things. I would have then continued to circle the drain waiting to see if there was going to be a positive outcome. Not this time. I politely let her know that I was moving on and that I'd see her around -- no hard feelings. I deleted the text thread and went about my business. "Peace Out".
The next day, I received a message from her apologizing profusely about not being able to respond immediately, getting really busy with her son over the weekend, then forgetting to message back. We discussed my anxious-preoccupied attachment issues and how those tend to play out. She was very supportive and let me know that she'll be better about this in the future. We met up for "lunch of no return" yesterday and sat there talking for over 5 hours, breaking our previous record of four. We're going the friendship-->companionship route first, and I'm liking the fact that there's a lot less pressure. Maybe it blooms into something more and maybe not. She's definitely worth my friendship, though.
~Sara
BTW, my "last supper" before going on liquid diet is tonight, so my girlfriends and I are going out to one of our favorite restaurants. It'll be fun. I don't deserve these wonderful women!