The Life & Miss-Adventures of Emme Rogers
After realizing on the Sins of the City Tour a few weeks back that Van City sports a ratio of 2 gals to every guy and more specifically 4 gals to every single, straight guy in the West End, I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures and hit the streets in search of love:
The moral of this story: Move to Chilliwack
I may have mentioned that I am dating a younger man. Here’s the proof. He made me this on the weekend:
Handcrafted by 'the boy' with Love
I can’t help but smirk. He’s kinda cute!
Emme xoxo
PS A little hint gentlemen: this won him way more brownie points then chocolates or flowers, especially as he presented it to me in a room full of people at a two-year-olds birthday party.
Got into a bit of a tif this last week with ‘the boy’, as he told me that he didn’t enjoy reading me online and that he wouldn’t date my online ‘voice’.
Photo by Lola May
You can imagine, I took that a little personally, but once I calmed down, it got me thinking. There are times when I don’t like my online voice, when I find that it gets a little shallow. You know what I’m talking about – all glitz, glam, sparkle and shine. That’s not me, but it is easy to write and provides a simple standby when my life gets too busy.
Photo by ShellyS
Whys it been busy? Because I’ve got a new fellow in my life that I’m spending the time that normally goes into writing with. A little ironic really. He starts reading, as he starts to date me, and I neglect my voice in lieu of spending time with him. No wonder he doesn’t like my online voice. ‘She’ hasn’t been me this past little bit, but rather a shallow substitute filling in for me in my absence. I plan on rectifying that. My sincerest apologies.
Kisses,
Emme xoxo
PS Thanks Jennifer! Talking this through in this past weeks coaching session, really helped me to process this, think about it rationally and reflect on myself. Meant when I talked to him about it, I could talk calmly and rationally and hear what he was saying.
For the first time this winter, in a number of years, I’ve been actually dating someone (Yes, I have dated people – just not for some reason between November – March). Nice fellow – educated, thoughtful, interesting, hardworking, good job – loved his company. Exactly the kind of guy that I wanted in my life. Only problem was that for the first time since my ex of 4 1/2 years, I was lonely. Painfully lonely. Even when it had been only me and Fuzzy’s, I’d never been lonely.
He was what I wanted though. I’d finally met whom I was looking for and I finally felt ready to share my life with someone, so I deluded myself into thinking the loneliness was just that yearning to be with him, my potential soul mate (that I might add never seemed to have enough time for me).
Well, through having worked with personal coach, Jennifer Priest, I’ve been gaining a better look and perspective on my own life, my habits, and learning to take control of my own destiny. So after a month and a half of deluding myself and making excuses for him and his absences, I finally poised the question, “Are we just good friends, rather than lovers?” … well, it wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear, but it was the answer I needed to hear.
Word of advice to all though, probably not the best the idea to break up and then go out on a date with them three nights later. Also if your not that ‘in to somebody’ you just broke up with, probably best not to:
Trust me this will just fuck them up or in my case, fuck me up for another three-weeks.
Love Jennifer’s advice. Many people told me to keep playing the game with him, play it coy ..etc and see where it goes, while dating other people, in case there was still something there. Problem is this doesn’t work for me. I am totally Miss Monogamous. When I like someone, I find it really difficult to be attracted to anyone else or even notice the existence of anyone else. I needed to know, because I didn’t want to repeat my cycle of spending months stuck on a one-sided crush. So Jennifer rather then telling me that to ask him ‘if there was still something there and if our break up was simply due to post divorce jitters (or as I termed it being ‘fucked up from his divorce’)’ was the wrong move, told me that if thats what I needed then she’d support me. And support me she did. She got me to walk through the conversation with her. Damn smart of her I might add, as I pretty quickly learned what came across as sounding needy.
Photo taken by Christian V.
How did the conversation go? I never actually had it. I did call and we did play phone tag for a bit, and it was then that I realized just how lonely and insecure he made me feel. I don’t want to be that girl. Obviously not the guy for me. I do thank him for finally having the balls (excuse my crassness) to finally let me go. I also realized that there have been moments where I too have been guilty of stringing someone else along that I just wasn’t all that in to. I endeavour not to make that mistake in the future.
And Jennifer – thanks for the discovery!
