My Breaking Point With Manwhore

Well, it finally happened.  I lost my damn mind and my ability to control my mouth.  Last night Manwhore and I got in a huge fight.  It was unexpected and over something seemingly insignificant.  As my sister said, “It’s about damn time.”

I sent him a text last night asking him to stop by the store on his way home.  He sent me a text back telling me that he was bringing a friend home with him, Whore #2.  Yes, the territory-marking bitch ice queen who was rude to me and who hated me.  As you can tell, I have such fond memories of her.  This was the same woman who he said he told not to contact him anymore because of the awful things she said about me.

So…when I got his text I replied “What?! Why?”  It’s bad enough he’s started up the whore parade again, at least he could have the decency to bring in fresh meat.  This stuff with bringing in tired old used pussy is just sad.  See there I go again with my big mouth.  I just can’t seem to help myself.  It seems that I have deep anger issues when it comes to Manwhore.

So, he got pissed off that I asked why he was bringing her over.  When they came in he immediately came in my room and said we needed to talk.  I told him that I didn’t want to talk with her here, but he insisted.  That really pissed me off.  So, in full-on pissed-off redheaded preacher’s daughter fashion, I let him have it, and was loud enough so that she could hear it all.  I told him things that I have held in for years, and a few things that were just for her benefit.  It was oddly freeing.  I was so mad I was shaking.

I haven’t gone that far over the edge in a very long time.  This morning I called my sister and told her some of what I told him.  She laughed and said that coming from anyone else it would be awful, but coming out of my mouth, it was just funny.  I wasn’t trying to be funny.  I was trying to spit fire, and burn his ass.  I think I accomplished my goal.

As I told him off he got angrier, I got louder, and he told me he hated me.  I returned those feelings.  I yelled a lot about how he admitted to using me, how he manipulated me and my feelings, how he fucked everything that he could get his hands on, and how he needed to leave me alone, get out of my room and go fuck the ugly cunt in the living room.  I didn’t call her an ugly cunt though.  I called her something far worse, and made sure I said it loud enough and enough times for her to hear.  I was terrible.  I admit it.  Anger does terrible things to people and I’m not immune.

He told me that he was so mad that he wanted to hit me.  I was prepared for anything.  He didn’t hit me.  If he had I probably would have pulled my .38 out of the drawer.  Thank God I didn’t have to do that.  It did get me to thinking though.  If we were fighting that bad, and getting that angry at one another, it was time to go.  So I told him I would move out.  Never mind the $4,000 I spent getting us into this apartment, or the $1,500 deposit I am going to lose.  I need out.

Then she walked in and looked like she was either high or drunk as hell.  She didn’t say a word.  He told her we were talking and closed the door on her.  Not long after he left my room he took her home.

I hate the idea of leaving New Orleans, this beautiful apartment, and Endymion, but I think it’s best for now.  I’m not ruling out the idea of moving back here at some point, but for now I need to get away from him and this city.

I haven’t broken the news to Endymion yet.  I hope he will want to stay in touch and maybe even visit one another occasionally.  If not that’s fine too.  I’ll miss him because he’s a great guy and my first cub, but I’ll find another cub to play with.

Dammit.  I hate how things can change so drastically in a matter of hours.  It’s time to let go and move on though.  I will more than likely return to the Big Easy one day.  I love it here too much to stay away for good.  Until that time, I’m going to stay with my sister and help her out like I should have done over a month ago.

To top it off, he brought her home with him again tonight.  She’s still here.  I am fighting the urge to pull out my .38 and start cleaning it.  Maybe I should at least unload it so as not to have any accidents.  I’m just kidding of course.  I would never do such a thing.  I’m too careful, and too good a shot, to have an accident.

This just keeps getting better.  I was about to post this when Manwhore came in to ask me when I was leaving and when I’d be back for the rest of my stuff.  I told him I’m leaving tomorrow and will be back probably Tuesday to get the rest.  I told him I’d probably need stay the night because that’s a lot of driving and I’ll be loading everything up into the truck myself.  Being the smart ass that he is, he said that if I didn’t leave at noon I could do it all in one day.  Then he said that his step-daughter is coming to stay a week, so basically he told me that I wasn’t welcome stay.  That’s fine mother fucker.  I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.  If I have to I’ll get a hotel, and I told him so.

How did I ever get so involved with such a lying cheating manipulative sleazy asshole like Manwhore?  Well, I’ve learned my lesson once and for all.  I’m finished with looking for a relationship.  I’m finished forgiving Manwhore and trying to be his friend.  I’m finished with old men that can’t keep their dicks in their pants, and I’m finished with Manwhore for good.

So here’s to all the men I’ve loved in New Orleans.  May you live long and prosper.  Except Manwhore.  May his cock fall off and may he never get any good pussy ever again.  No, I’m not still angry. 😉

This meeting of the She-woman Man-haters Club is now adjourned.

Happy humping!

Here’s the situation…

Now that I’ve updated you on my “employment situation“, now I can update you on my “man situation.”

Last week I didn’t get to see Rocketman because he was sick with that nasty bug that’s been going around.  I hate that he was sick, but I think it was good that we were forced to stay away from one another for a while.  It gave us both time to think and figure out how to deal with his friend Mountain Man.  Neither one of us wanted to hurt Mountain Man’s feelings, and Rocketman didn’t want to lose his friend’s trust either.  We kept our texting to a minimum and in the mean time Rocketman tried to get a feel for how Mountain Man was feeling about me.

It seems that even though Mountain Man hadn’t really been texting/messaging me all that much, he still wished he & I could hang out more.  That news surprised me because I had hoped his lack of communication meant that he had forgotten about me and moved on.  Since that was not the case we decided to lay low for a while longer and see if Mountain Man would eventually forget about me.

When I got back from my sister’s on Sunday I sent Rocketman a text to say hi and that it really sucked not being able to hang out with him.  He agreed and started formulating a new plan.

I have to add here that I recently read somewhere that when we (humans) make plans, God giggles.  I think that’s true.  I also read that any delays we encounter are only designed to put us in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.  Again, that seems to be true.  If I hadn’t of gone and met Mountain Man that day, I probably never would have met Rocketman.

I got a text yesterday afternoon from Rocketman.  He said he talked to Mountain Man and told him that he kept seeing my profile on Plenty of Fish (not the full truth, but close enough), and if he wasn’t going to pursue me, would it be cool if he messaged me.  Mountain Man didn’t have any objections, so maybe things will work out after all.  If it works out to where I can date Rocketman, be friends with Mountain Man, and not upset the balance of their relationship, thereby avoiding any weird Fleetwood Mac drama, then that would be great.

We immediately made plans to hang out tomorrow night. 🙂  At this point I’m so happy that I’ll get to see him soon because after the day I had yesterday I need a good distraction.  Not that he’s just a distraction.  I really like him too.  He’s a great guy and so far it seems that he’s just as smitten with me as I am with him.  Could he be my moth?  I could definitely be his.

As a side note…life in New Orleans has been very interesting so far.  I’ve had a lot of fun here, drank quiet a lot here, shed a few tears here, met a few crazies here, and met a lot of talented artists and musicians here.  There’s a reason why this is called the city that care forgot, and I think it’s starting to rub off on me.

Happy humping!

Double trouble…make that triple trouble.

I haven’t had time to write much lately because of work and life in general so here’s a quick update post.  (It started out quick, but ended up taking a week to write.)

I pretty much dodged & ignored Santa until he stopped texting/emailing me.  I did the same thing to Ironman, except for different reasons.  He was entirely too forward for my tastes and I wasn’t attracted to him enough to be able to ignore that fact.

There have been a few others who I met on POF and was talking to off & on, but they too fell by the wayside.  I did go out with one guy, Mountain Man, a week ago Sunday who seemed really nice, but he was a good bit older than me and not as outgoing as I normally like.  He also looks eerily like my aunt’s ex-husband.  When I met up with him he was hanging out with his best friend, Rocketman, and his female friend.  They all seemed very nice.  Rocketman was very talkative and asked me a lot of questions, which made me a little uncomfortable because I was there with Mountain Man.  I found it a little odd that Rocketman was paying so much attention to me.

Mountain Man and I ended up leaving the bar not even an hour later and walked around the French Quarter and then up the river walk.  I did have a good time with him, but we just didn’t seem to have a lot in common.  After I said goodbye to him, Manwhore sent me a text asking if I wanted to go get some dinner somewhere.  When I met up with Manwhore he asked me how I liked Mountain Man.  I told him that he was nice and I liked him, but that’s all.  He immediately said, “So he’s not the one.”  I was a little taken aback, but after thinking about it he was probably right.  I just try to give people a decent chance before completely writing them off as not “the one.”

Since I had pretty much decided that even though Mountain Man was a nice respectable guy, he was not “the one.”  Fortunately though, he had a friend, and his friend messaged me on OKCupid.  His message simply said, “Hi! We actually met in the Quarter last week. Rocketman….Mountain Man’s friend… 🙂 Drop me a line and say Hi if u want.”

I thought it was really nice of him to message me, even though it was a bit embarrassing that he found me on OKCupid.  We messaged back and forth a few times and then he said, “Mountain Man really liked you. (He didn’t put me up to writing you…I stumbled across you and wanted to say Hi!) (and good thing he found you first lol) Any chance you’ll be joining us on any of our excursions? :-)”  I knew right then that this was going to be tricky.  I already knew that Mountain Man wasn’t “the one” and I also knew that I had seen Rocketman’s profile before and really liked it.  What to do, what to do?  Decisions, decisions.

Then he wrote, “Was pretty smitten with you and I know I should prolly just hush lol!”  Now how was I supposed to resist that?  Smitten?  I like the thought of smiting someone.  Oh, crap.  Here I go again.

I couldn’t help myself.  I immediately began what I like to call “skirty flirting.”  That’s where you don’t want to blatantly flirt with someone either because they are supposed to be off-limits, or because you’re just testing the waters, so you “skirt around” it and slyly flirt with someone.  We ended up exchanging numbers so we could text, you know, because texting is so much easier. *Wink wink*

All of that happened on a Thursday.  By Friday we were texting back and forth all day and decided to meet later that night.  We went to dinner, then to a couple of bars for drinks, then back to my apartment for a nightcap.  This is the point where it all went to hell, well, almost.

Manwhore was here when we came in.  He said hello to Rocketman and I thought everything was cool.  They had met briefly earlier that evening because Rocketman met me at a bar where I was having a beer with Manwhore and a few of his friends.  Once they said hello, Rocketman and I went into my bedroom.  When I went into the kitchen Manwhore went off on me.  He told me how he couldn’t live there anymore, how he couldn’t handle another man coming over all the time, and how I needed to be more careful about bringing men home.  Oh really?  Well, first of all I don’t bring men home very often, secondly it was the first time that Rocketman had even come over.  It’s not like I had him moving in already.  This conversation went on for about ten minutes then I went into my room.

A few minutes later he asked me to come back into the kitchen to talk to him.  I did and it started all over again.  It got to a point where I just broke down and started begging him to just leave and move on out so I could have some peace.  With tears flowing down my face I repeatedly told him that I would never do anything like that to him.  I would never have embarrassed him like that.  I told Manwhore that he was being a dumb-ass and I would never embarrass him in front of one of his whores like he was embarrassing me in front of Rocketman.  Rocketman wasn’t in the kitchen, but I know he could hear Manwhore yelling at me.

Eventually Manwhore stopped long enough to stop yelling at me and listen.  Maybe it was the tears.  May it was my begging.  Or maybe it was just that he finally saw how much I had gone through and the feelings for him that I had pushed out of myself so that I could try to move on and be happy with someone who actually cared about me.

I asked why he had exploded like he did.  His answer was that he was just watching out for me, and then he admitted the truth, even if it was shrouded in an air of insignificance.  He said that he was also a little jealous.  I dare to say it was more than just a little jealousy.  However, jealousy and all aside, he did manage to come to his senses, calm down, and apologize to me.  He even apologized to Rocketman.

After that I had a wonderful time with Rocketman.  I couldn’t believe he wasn’t bothered in the least by what had happened with Manwhore earlier.  I suppose the apology worked.  Rocketman doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge or to feel threatened by another man.  Thank God.

A couple of days after that I went to meet Rocketman for a beer and lunch and again we had a great time.  I had mentioned to him that first night that my headlights on my car had shorted out so I couldn’t drive at night.  (You may remember that they went out the night that Art & I were supposed to drive up to see his kids.)  So as we were driving back to the Quarter, he tells me to pull over at an Auto Zone.  He pops the hood, finds the problem, and gets out his tools.  In the end, it cost me $20 for parts, and a lot of ass kissing afterwards (completely voluntary by the way) to get my headlights working again.

I sent my sister, Fallen Angel, a text while he was fixing them.  I told her what he was doing.  Her reply?  “OMG”  My reply?  “I know. Right? He’s a keeper for sure. LOL”

That was how last weekend went, and now a new weekend is on the horizon.  I leave tomorrow afternoon to go up to my sister’s house.  We have to drive my mom back home this weekend, so I won’t be back until Sunday.  Rest assured that any time my mother, my sister, Little Bubba and I take a road trip, something interesting is bound to happen.  I’ll be sure to fill you in when I get back.  Until then…

Happy humping!