April 23, 2010

The Spilling Beans

Cookie Splash II, originally uploaded by Guido Musch.

So, ok, I'll spill the beans. They simply have to be spilled, and I'm the one who needs to do it, so here we go. Even if it means I'll get my hands dirty, I'll go ahead with it.

We met, and well.. It was a huge disappointment.

I know.

It sucks. I wish I was writing very different sentences in this very moment, but alas, I'm not.

I could build this up gradually, and let it sink in just slowly that it was not at all what I thought it was going to be. Or I could just spit it out, like I just did. See, here's what happened:

It started out great. I was nervous. He was nervous. Being nervous is a good sign. Being nervous together is a great sign.

Then I fell off a chair. Literally. During our very first meeting over coffee, as we were taking each other in, one of the legs supporting the chair that I happened to be sitting on during this very crucial first-impressions-last meeting decided to give in, cave, and make the chair tip over, and me with it. Gah!

In a way it was good. Quite the ice breaker, let me tell you that much. We both laughed, and it was a good laugh. In other words, I survived.

What followed after was not as fun.

See, to begin with, I lost my head. It went away, and I still don't know where. I could not find my way around the city anymore, let alone the nearest subway entrance. It was all together very confusing as I'm used to having a pretty well functioning head on my shoulders. It was gone. Maybe it decided to stay with the chair at the coffee house, I don't know.

Anyway, so I was doing my best to act according to the confident and self respecting person as I know myself to be, but to no avail. I was gone. I think he picked up on it. I think he may have made use of it.

This is when I started noticing that things were not going in the direction I had hoped for. The direction that had actually made me get on a plane to NY to meet him half way. (Oh, ladies: If a man doesn't offer to go ALL the way to see you over where you are (should you happen to be geographically apart), but instead insists on meeting half way, please do forget about it. If he's serious, he'll come see you. Trust me. I learned my lesson. Feel free to disagree, but I'm going to stick to this one hard learned lesson. Maybe it's because it meant a transatlantic flight for me, a domestic for him. Hmm.).

I don't know why. I don't know how. But I do know that I ended up feeling really, really misled, and most probably my dear reader, I believe this fantastic thing called human imagination played a big part in the whole story.

See, he seemed so great. Funny. Bright. Spot on. Admirable. Too good to be true.

Just like most of you probably would have, I too would have wished that he was the One. Now I'm more reverting to the thought of One being a song by U2 and nothing more. Rendered to greatness but Johnny Cash nonetheless, but still, just a song.

There's no real point in digging too much into the details of the whole thing as that is not going to benefit anyone. But if I mention severe communication problems, bills for two left to be payed by me(!), not once, but numerous times, lack of interest in actually getting to know me, bringing friends on each and every one of our supposed dates and so on, I think you get the picture. I mean, have you ever had dinner with someone so generally rude that even the other restaurant goers around you react? It was a first for me, but amazingly enough, it's possible. And then I haven't even mentioned the worst parts, so you go ahead and do the math.

We parted as friends. Mainly because he wouldn't understand what I was going on about when I said that this was going nowhere and that I had expected something different. I gave up and ended up hanging out out of a sense of obligation. Shame on me. We were both in NY after all, and my part-catholic-related guilt made itself known and fully present.

But inside, I knew I should have acted my own hero and told him off for all those things that made my heart and head churn a little bit for each little dismal move he made. I didn't. I let myself down. And that's actually the biggest regret I have about this whole episode. Not the 'failing' of a possible romance of the centuries, not the mismatch, not the not having great news to share with friends and blog readers. None of that. But that I didn't stand up for myself in a moment I really, really should have, that's what I regret. For some mysterious reason, I felt powerless and fell silent. A crime.

But you know, never mind then risk taking. Never mind the failing and making mistakes. I'm all for that. In fact, I think without that, life is like a one sided coin. It's worth it. Totally worth it. Because one day, it might actually not be a frog standing there laughing as you just fell off a chair, but a real prince. Or at least someone who's going to pay for your coffee. And that's kind of cool, don't you think?

I learned a huge amount of tidbits from this episode:

1) I am not perfect and will not ever strive to be.

2) Scratch that, I am perfect, and so are you. We are all perfect, just the way we are.

3) I will not ever try to be something else than what I am, for anyone.

4) I'm never again paying for oysters I did not order. Ever.

Now, any words of encouragement are obviously really welcome here, so please, do get going in the commentary section, be my guests!

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janis said...

this seems like something out of a movie! truly!

man, i'm sorry. that sucks. it's awesome that you took that risk + managed to learn some lessons from it.

and i sincerely hope that you find your prince who will laugh with you - gasping for breath - as you fall off your chair!!

Anna said...

i'm so sorry to hear it didn't turn out well. but i'm so impressed that you took the risk, that's such a hard thing to do.

you're lovely, i'm sure soon enough you'll find your prince! xox

Sum said...

I'm so sorry Hermione! :( All this reminds me of the movie Valentine's Day, yet it's just another movie and this is reality. I agree with you. We are all perfect the way we are. You are lovely. Don't forget it. A big hug to you!
p.s. Have I ever told you how much I love the way you write? I do. I really do. And I heart you as well!
On another side note, U2 is awesome.

Hermione said...

@ Janis: I know, it's like a movie, only that I could have used someone who said 'cut' after a while, haha..
I'm alive and quite liberated to be honest, even though I'll be picking my chairs with more care in the future:)

@ Anna: Thanks you! I'm sure the coffee payer will turn up soon as well, this was a great experience in the way it taught me so much about myself. And that's worth a lot.

@ Sum: Oh, thank you so much, that is so so nice of you! I'll do my best to keep it coming:)
And I also need to see Valentine's Day.

taryn smith said...

Oh sweet blog loving friend! I am sorry! But what a blessing this disappointment is. Bills for 2? I say eww. Be ever so grateful that you have the insight to see things clearly and the strength to walk away. Also praise yourself for having the guts to have a heart that is so open!

The thing is I met a wonderful Brit a while back and we met "half way" in mexico. We had a great romance but in the end the distance was just too much. I just say that because I don't believe that is was the meeting half way. When there is love all those rules don't even really apply. I think when the person and timing fits and suits you those things won't really matter.

Keep following your heart! Dream big and love fully.

ps this coming from a gal who is still single so it's all just theory! Hahaha.

I love hearing about your life. Keep writing!
Much Blog Love!
~taryn xx

Amanda said...

Oh crap! Not just that this turned out to be so disappointing for you, but that I missed this post on Friday :(

No, really, I hate hearing about men who treat women in ways such as this. What always matters in the end, however, is that you learn more about yourself and about what you want and don't want! And, not to mention, you will now be able to spot this kind of jerk of a man from miles away from now on!

And amen to being perfect just the way you are!! Love you my lovely friend :)


mia said...

Ah the life of a single girl. :) Well, at least you've learnt never to pay for oysters again.

On to the next one!

Helen said...

Oh my dear! Trust me, we've all been there. And it's totally fine, because there will be a time soon when you have the most enchanting time with a guy, and everything is absolutely PERFECT. And the guy is absolutely perfect for YOU. So don't you feel great that you still have that to look forward too? :) (I know I'm excited for it myself!)

rachelrose said...

i'm very, very sorry this didn't work out for you. but i love the lessons you gained from it! we are all so perfect/imperfect. it's a wonderful thought.

yours, rachel rose.
there is no reason why

Clare & Tim said...

Ultimate fail.

However, there's your date with a toad.

Next is a prince!

Or at least no oysters...

pennycones said...

Hello Stranger,

I actually wondered about you the other day. I wondered where you had gone.

Just wanted to say Hi and I'm so sorry this didn't work out for you.


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