Wednesday, December 26, 2012
A year ago around this time, the homeowner decided to give up one of the bedrooms to get another renter because three renters of the three bedrooms will pay his mortgage and he gets to use that money for whatever he wants. The problem with this situation is that he decided to turn the landing area between the three bedrooms, bathroom, and stairs to the lower level of the townhouse into his own bedroom. He accomplished this by installing two five-shelf bookcases on one side and Japanese style folding screens on the longer side. This makes it more "crowded" and leaves little walking space. He recently added a dresser, which takes up even more space. The truth is, had I known that he would do this, I never would have moved to this place in August 2010. I liked the extra space that the landing area offered. Whenever I cleaned my room, I could move things out to the landing area and clean the room and then return things neatly to my room.
What makes this situation worse is that the homeowner has invited several women over the past year to spend the night or week with him and late at night, when I'm going to the bathroom or downstairs to fix my lunch for work, I have to hear the sounds of his sex life, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. At least a closed room would offer a little more privacy, even if the walls aren't sound proof. But an open air "den of iniquity" that only offers bookcases and shoji screens as walls is just unacceptable.
Back in October, the homeowner took a three week vacation to Japan, Laos, Vietnam, and Thailand. This is what he does with the money he saves on his mortgage. Must be nice! It was during that time when I decided how great it would be to move out while he was still out of the country. I found a place that was just a 10 minute walk from my work. A woman in her 60s was renting out a bedroom in her home and she liked me. I paid $100 non-refundable deposit for her to run a background check on me. I made arrangements to move in when she agreed to have me as a tenet. On the third visit to her home to discuss my move-in, I was finished eating the meal she had prepared for me (part of the deal included cooked meals), I had asked about nearby gyms because I want to join one in 2013 and make a serious commitment to fitness to improve my energy (and thus ability to manifest my dream life into reality). All of a sudden, I felt her hand slide across my stomach and she said, "You don't need to work out at the gym!"
I was stunned, but didn't say anything. That weekend, I was packing my things and not feeling excited and kept asking myself why I was not feeling excited about the move. I kept coming back to that incident where she "violated" my personal space. For me, touch is an issue. People just don't do that to me. For me, it signifies a closeness and comfortability, thus why I feel that only close friends and family can touch me. Anyone else does so and it will likely make me recoil. My mom has said that since I was a little boy, I always seemed to hate people hugging me. I would make wiggly movements to get out of it. I believe it is because I feel trapped and I hate feeling trapped. Others say that I have a strange way of hugging, and it's probably true. It is done in a way that doesn't "smother" me. So, I did not know how to take this older woman's unpredictable gesture of touching my stomach. The reason it is an issue is because I don't know her and I was in the vulnerable position of sitting at the table with my back to her and she was walking behind me, so she was in a powerful position and violated a "trust" by doing that when I was sitting with my back to her.
At work, I told a guy about what happened and wanted to know what he thought of it. I trust his advice and knowledge. He asked me, "What would you do if she showed up in your room at night?" I did not even think of that scenario, so it freaked me out that it could be a situation that I had not considered in my desire to move to a new place. I responded, "Well, I'd ask her to leave." He then told me that some women don't handle rejection very well and if I did that, she might not feel comfortable with me in her house and then ask me to move out. Then what would I do? I thought about what he said and responded, "Then I would have screwed myself out of my current living situation."
After that conversation, I called the woman and told her that I was not moving in after all. She asked me why and thought it was because she had "revealed too much" about her personal life (she told me that she was in a loveless 20 year marriage that produced 3 sons who are all in their 20s now, and she had been divorced for 12 years and has not been able to find a man; also she had met her ex-husband in the Unification Church and their relationship was more brother-sister than romantic / passionate). I told her that was not the case. I said that it was because she had asked me to switch from my credit union to her Chase bank (I thought this request was inappropriate and displayed potential "control freak tendencies") and that she had touched my stomach. When I told her that, she played it off as, "Oh, but I'm Lebanese and we are touchy-feely people and it just meant that I felt comfortable with you and see you as a younger brother."
I told her, "I understand how that might be true from your perspective, but that's not how I viewed it. To me, it was a huge red flag and ultimately a deal breaker."
She said, "I'm disappointed to hear this."
I said, "I am too, but you shouldn't have touched me."
I bet that she will never make that mistake again!
My move in date was supposed to be the weekend before Halloween. I knew that if I did not move out before Halloween, that I would have to stay at my current place through the end of the year, due to the hassles of the holidays, such as the mail. I was okay with that.
Until the housemate had invited some lady from Connecticut to spend the week with him, where they had sex several times a night during the entire time she stayed here.
The past week and a half, he has had a different woman than the one who visited him in November. In the two years I've lived here, I have seen him bring home one Asian woman after another. One of them happened to be a Mormon woman who rejected his sexual advances, so he dropped her pretty quickly. If the woman won't have sex with him after he goes through the trouble of making dinner for them, he dumps them. He also dumps them when he's had his fill of them and someone else has come along. It's always an Asian woman, and this is part of the reason why I feel so angry about it. The homeowner is a white guy with an "Asian fetish." I say fetish because he only dates Asian women and I have a pretty good idea why. All the ones I've met are shy, soft-spoken, submissive women who act like little girls. I don't understand the attraction at all.
I have a Caucasian father and an Asian mother, so I feel a little defensive about guys who look upon Asian women as "submissive sex slaves." I find this view to be very demeaning, as there are plenty of Asian women who are strong, opinionated, outspoken, and intelligent: Aung San Suu Kyi, Michelle Yeoh, Lucy Liu, and a few others that are media personalities. When this homeowner dates the same type, I know its a fetish. I also know that he has a sex addiction, as he has told me about how he would date a woman he wasn't attracted to just because he needed sex every day. He's a user who has no interest in a real relationship with any of these women and I hate being a witness to it. He is the epitome of a male pig and makes it difficult for guys like me, because in my search for a relationship, I see plenty of ads by women who are broken and mistrustful of men. Why aren't women smart? Why do I have to be a witness to women falling for the wrong men and becoming victimized by it? It's disgusting to me. It angers me. Women who are being used for their vaginas, wake the fuck up!!!
So, the latest came when the homeowner volunteered to take me to Fred Meyers to get some groceries. He's usually in and out faster than I am. This time, though, he bought two bags full of groceries. That should have been a warning sign to me. He did not tell me that he had a houseguest coming for the holidays. He also did not tell me where she was coming from and how long she would be here. He's also not taking time off from work, so when he was gone for three days at his job on the coast, his houseguest was living here like it was her own place, cooking food, surfing the Net. All day. She has no car, so she's housebound in a neighborhood that is on the low class redneck side of things. Even stranger, she won't even say hi or strike up a conversation. I don't even know if she speaks English. On Sunday night, when he happened to be here making dinner with her, the oddest thing happened. She would talk to him and he would talk to me. She won't even acknowledge me at all. I find that to be really strange. I learned that she had broken one of my drinking glasses. But she couldn't tell me. She had to tell him and then he told me. Weird.
Because the homeowner is an atheist and hates holidays and loves any opportunity to make more money, I knew that he would be working the Christmas holiday, which he did. He's usually in Portland from Saturday afternoon through Wednesday afternoon. This time, though, he was gone on Monday and Christmas day. But the woman is still here. On Christmas!!! Does she not have family? I just don't understand it. Why would she feel comfortable being in some stranger's house with tenets she won't even talk to while her sex partner is away at the coast working for extra bucks? He can't even bother to take time off to be with her on Christmas and she has no car to go anywhere in Portland. If she's a foreigner (her nationality / ethnicity is Japanese, I know that much), why wouldn't she want to see what Portland has to offer while her sex partner is working on the coast? It is strange strange strange that she is willing to spend days alone waiting for him and not talk to anyone else. I have no respect for any woman who allows a man to treat her this way. I don't understand why any woman would put up with it. If it were me, I would not feel comfortable visiting some woman who had tenets renting rooms in her house and being alone there while she worked elsewhere over the holidays. I certainly would not give the tenets the silent treatment. I would want to get to know them and see what they might tell me about the lady they were renting a room from.
There were times when I wanted to tell this mute houseguest: "I hope you know that he is using your vagina and you're just the latest flavor of the month. Don't get too attached!" One lady that he saw for several months actually said to me that she was sad that he was dumping her. I wasn't shocked. She wasn't attractive at all and he had told me that her personality was annoying. He was only using her vagina because it is an effort to find new vagina to fuck and if she kept giving hers up, it worked well for him until she moved away for school and wanted to maintain a long distance relationship. Even though he broke up with that woman, he did fly her up for two weekends earlier this year, just for a sex holiday. And yes, I did have to hear their wild passion. I feel like I live in a whorehouse.
For me, the most telling thing about the homeowner was the one day a year or more ago when we happened to be in Goodwill. It was a Monday. He saw an attractive woman and wanted to ask her out. I overheard him say this monologue to himself: "Let's see...if I make dinner for her on Wednesday, I should have her legs open by Friday." I was stunned when I heard him say that. That does not sound like a man who is interested in getting to know a woman for her mind or her heart. He's only interested in the one body part that benefits him.
It is insulting to me to have to witness this. I want a loving and deep relationship with a woman and to see a constant parade of women allowing themselves to be used by this man and dumped when its no longer convenient for him is an insult. If anyone deserves to go to hell, I think its this homeowner for what he does to women. Thanks to him, I now understand why misogynists are thought to hate women. They only view women as a means to serving their pleasure. There is nothing else that they value or want. I feel sorry for people like him.
To signal to the universe my intention to move early in the new year, I have made an appointment to open a storage facility this weekend to store my belongings and make it easier for me to move out when I find a place. Hopefully, I will find a better place for my soul. I have not been happy with my living situation ever since the homeowner turned the landing area into his den of iniquity. I should've moved out earlier this year, but I wanted to find a better paying job first, which would determine where I might live. But, I can no longer wait for a job to determine my living situation. I have to move and then hopefully, the change will bring about new, positive energy that allows me to find a new career. I can always move again, so long as most of my things are in storage until that day arrives.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Christmas 1992 * La Maddalena, Sardinia
"Benvenuti in Paradiso fin che vuoi, scivolando nel blu...nel blu..."
("Welcome to Paradise as long as you want, slipping into the blue...into the blue...")
Antonello Venditti, "Benvenuti in Paradiso"
This year, an Italian song played often on the radio but I only understood the words "amore" (love) and thought that was the title. I asked the lovely Italian ladies at the front desk of my barracks what the song was and tried singing a part of the melody. They immediately got it and informed me that the song is "Benvenuti in Paradiso" by Antonello Venditti, which thrilled me because Paradiso is the name of the barracks that I live in (supposedly the only building on the island of La Maddalena that has central heating in winter and air condition in the summer) and the song title translates to "Welcome to Paradise". I went out to buy the cassette tape and love many of the songs on the album. I'd consider Antonello Venditti to be the Italian Phil Collins, as far as music style goes. This popular and uplifting song pretty much represents the theme of my life here, in this part of the world.
I had a great year, like 1991 was. The two best years of my life. This year began with the USS ORION going underway to nearby Gaeta on the mainland of Italy. The ship was there in September 1991 when I checked aboard. I like our "second home port" because it gives me opportunities to travel on my free weekends to other destinations in Italy. I got to visit Florence, which is a beautiful and walkable city in a valley, rich in history and the birthplace of my favorite period in human history: The Renaissance. I got to see the Duomo cathedral, the museum that houses the famous statue of David, as well as Michelangelo's other sculptures, Ponte Vecchio, and bought the coolest looking green velvet shoes which I think makes me look like Robin Hood. I tried some Spumante, an Italian champagne.
The next underway period was in April to Naples, Italy. After several months of being pestered by the chiefs and officers I work with, I decided to accept a TAD (Temporary Additional Duty) assignment to the USS NORFOLK, a fast attack submarine, for a three day ride to Naples. My office hoped that it would inspire me to volunteer for sub duty, but I am an Aircraft Carrier guy and only accepted this opportunity for the sheer experience of being on a submarine. It was an interesting experience and I even got to drive it for a half hour, 400 feet below the surface of the Mediterranean Sea. Shhhh! That's supposedly classified information. Ha.
In Naples, I did the usual tourist things, particularly a trip to Pompeii to see the ashen ruins of an ancient Roman city. I was thrilled to finally see this place because when I was in the 8th grade at Fulda American High School in Fulda, Germany, my English teacher Ms. Floto told the class about her trip to Pompeii and said that she would only tell the senior class what were on the walls in Pompeii. This unfairly piqued my curiosity and now that I finally learned the secret, I can't understand what the big deal was. My own visit to Pompeii proved adventurous, though. As you can see from the photo above, I happened to wear a soccer shirt (the black and red striped shirt that you see). I had no idea that this would become a source of much stares and strangers approaching me and making comments to me in Italian. All I could do is laugh, along with my shipmate who also went to Pompeii with me and try to communicate in my limited Italian, their limited English, and a dictionary / phrasebook. At the end of my trip, back in Naples at a McDonald's, an Italian struck up a conversation with me. He mentioned that I was very brave to wear such a shirt in Naples. I asked why and he said because I was wearing the shirt of the Milano soccer team and they were playing Naples tonight. Oops! No wonder why I received such reactions all day. I have to admit, I did enjoy feeling like a celebrity, though.
In May, I finally set foot back in my beloved France. The ship went to Toulon, a large French Navy base. I explored Toulon and took the train to Cannes, home of the famous Film Festival. I also took at USO sponsored tour of Monaco and Nice, where I got to see the famous Casino of Monte Carlo and marvel at the postage stamp size of the country (smaller than Central Park in New York City). I loved the port visit to France.
Later in May, my command, Submarine Squadron 22 invited a French submarine to the annual Submarine Birthday Ball. I asked to be seated at the French table, the only American who did so. After a little nervousness, I ended up having great conversations and was able to impress the French sailors with my knowledge and love of French culture and politics. One French sailor even invited me to eat lunch on board his submarine the next day, the only American do do so. They kept trying to get me to drink their wine with the meal, but because I was on duty, I couldn't and they did not understand why I could not drink their wine. It was a great experience and I did my part to foster good will between America and France!
For the annual summer underway period, the USS ORION made ports of call in Cartagena, Spain (where I took vacation to see Madrid); Corfu, Greece (a fun time, British tourists were everywhere!); and Alexandria, Egypt. I was most excited about the visit to Egypt because it had been a dream since elementary school to see the Pyramids. The first night, I made it off the ship and walked around Alexandria, buying a bunch of souvenirs, including an Islamic prayer carpet. The second day, I was signed up to go on a tour to Cairo and the Pyramids, but due to the choppy and dangerous waters, the ship's captain decided to cancel the port visit for our safety. None of the liberty boats had life jackets on them and the U.S. Navy is still shaken by the drowning deaths of sailors on a capsized liberty boat in Israel during the Gulf War. While I understood the safety concerns, it was still depressing to come all the way to Egypt and only getting to see Alexandria. So close to seeing the Pyramids, but so far. The morale on the ship was low for the remainder of the underway.
Another underway period came in October, to Villefranche-sur-mer, France (near Nice). I decided to use this as my starting point for my first Eurail vacation. With my shipmates returning with the ship to the homeport in La Maddalena, I boarded a train to Venice, where I spent a day walking on platforms while it rained. Next stop on Eurail was Vienna and into Budapest, which I only spent an afternoon / evening due to my inability to find a hostel to stay in and not finding anyone who spoke English. Budapest looks like an interesting city, but the people had pale skin and dark hair, making them look to me like vampires and since Hungarian words are superlong with little vowels, it was too intimidating to stay overnight so I caught the last train for the night to Vienna and then onto Munich. I stayed in Fulda, Germany for a couple nights, revisiting my old haunts on the Army base my family had left four years ago. I was thrilled to see my favorite teacher, Frau Karsten, and surprise her with the German phrases I still remember. It was a good emotional visit.
Next on my Eurail itinerary was Paris, where I stayed with a French family, whose daughter started writing to me earlier this year. It was great to see Paris again, my favorite city in the world. I also went to the Brittany region to visit one of the sailors I had met at the Submarine Birthday Ball. I met his wife and baby daughter, and enjoyed seeing how the French live. I never would have traveled to Brittany for tourist purposes, so it was nice to see a part of France that does not get many American tourists.
On this Eurail journey, I also got to see the Leaning Tower of Pisa, which was a disappointment because the bottom part was walled off. I caught the ferry back to Sardinia from Genoa and already am looking forward to another Eurail journey next year (this time, I'm hoping to see Scandinavia and Amsterdam).
That sums up my amazing year. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Friday, December 21, 2012
What was this day, though? Really. Just another day. Over-hyped, perhaps, but just another day on a planet that is quite a few billions of years old. What is it about the human mind that obsesses over doomsday scenarios? I remember the hysteria surrounding Y2K (when 1999 turned into 2000, people thought that computers would have a meltdown or something because it would think it was 1900 instead of 2000). I knew at least 10 people who got married in December 1999 and I bet that many did so because they didn't want to die virgins when the world came to an end or something weird like that. I have not seen many December weddings, so it's amazing that so many occurred in that year. If I had a girlfriend at the time, I would've preferred a 2000 wedding date myself.
Anyhow, as for the Mayan calendar, I never put much stock into it. Who knows why they never had a calendar past this date. Their civilization vanished from the earth long ago. They had an interesting way of measuring time. It's complicated to understand, though. I knew that people would feel silly about 2012 when this day arrived and nothing happened. In fact, my Christmas newsletter this year used the 2012 theme. I had parchment paper and created a two column newspaper style and called it "The End Times." I featured an alien (the grays!) holding a red balloon and included a couple lines from Nena's hit song "99 Luftballons" ("If I could find a souvenir, just to prove the world was here / And here is a red balloon, I think of you and let it go...").
This is why I believed that nothing was going to happen today:
I've heard so many doomsday, end of the world dates that it seems more indicative of the people believing those things than it actually reveals about true events.
Nostradamus foresaw events well into the 4000s.
Most importantly, though, I believe that God created our world for a purpose and its purpose is no where near complete. People still have not finished evolving. I mean, we just had another mass shooting last week at an elementary school that shocked the nation. There's clearly still a lot of opportunities for us to learn and grow. We all have things that our souls want to accomplish in our current lifetimes and it would suck if God just ended it when so many people are still trying to find their way and are in the middle of important life lessons. I know that there are still many things that I want to do. I'm not done with this world or this civilization. I'm eternally an optimist at heart and I don't put a lot of stock in doomsday talk.
But, it was fun reading comments and memes people posted on Facebook. The two images on today's entry are ones that I really liked the most. In fact, the grump catmudgeon meme has become so popular this year, with many witty commentary, that I am actually starting to find this cat pretty cute. It'll be interesting how long it will be before someone else comes up with a new doomsdate. But what I wish for the most is that this non-event end of the world date will be the last of such talk. Imagine what we can accomplish if we focus not on our doom, but on what we can achieve. Here's to a bright future.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
This woman is a couple years younger than me and we've known each other since we were teenagers, even though we never really had much of a conversation in all the years that we've known each other. Her parents are good friends with my parents and we all belong to the same church. However, she and I have nothing in common beyond the church ties. She's a fairly typical "Southern" girl who loves all things country / cowboy. She has a passion for horses, which is cool. She has been married three times. Her third marriage is to a guy who was once a Navy submarine sailor. There should have been a "Navy veteran" bond between her husband and I, but that was not the case. He's a typical Southern male and when I left the Navy in 1996 and assessed my Navy experience, I learned that nearly all of my personality conflicts were with white Southern men (and women) while my closest friends in the Navy were all from Midwestern states (Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska, and Ohio). I got along great with Southern black guys, but it was interesting that I simply could not get along with Southern white guys. It truly is a cultural thing, as I have never liked The South. In my view, General Sherman should've burned it all to the ground, not just Atlanta to Savannah!
Anyhow, I had never friend requested this lady because in all the holiday parties I've been to at her parents' house (they give the best Christmas party I've ever been to, many years running), she hardly ever says more than a few words to me. I'm not an extroverted guy by any means, but I guess we both knew that we had little in common to talk about, so I don't even bother. Her parents are politically conservative and I've never talked politics with them, but I still enjoy talking with them because they are good people and warm personalities and I like them a lot (as do my parents). So, when this lady sent a friend request to me, I accepted since I generally accept all Facebook friend requests by people I actually know, particularly if they belong to the same church, since we are like an extended family.
There have been times when she commented on some things I've written that she does not like. Her style is to write: "Nick, I love ya but..." before stating her disagreement. I always found this annoying because I don't use the word "love" loosely like she does and I certainly have never felt any kind of love towards her (mostly because I don't really know her nor have I made a point to get to know her nor she of me). I also hate when people preface a statement by saying something like that. It's "cheesy" and the sentiments are fake.
Her posts generally are about the latest drama in her life. She is undeniably a drama queen, though she always claims to hate drama. She once posted something regarding that "Secret" book and apparently believed it until nothing happened for her, so it was a fad that she long moved past since it didn't "work" for her. I can tell why she thinks it doesn't work, even though it does. She loves the drama and she always has drama. No surprise. I wouldn't call her an introspective person, though. She's not "deep." She pretty much lives on the surface of things, which is why I could never have a "real conversation" with her.
On election night, I posted on Facebook my happiness about the results. She was one of the first to respond, which was unusual. She rarely posted comments on my Facebook commentary. But, on election night, she posted that thanks to people like me, God will turn His back on America because we are thumbing our noses at God by electing "that Muslim" president.
I was livid and posted a rather strong rebuke. I told her that I had two things to say to that: (1) Obama is not a Muslim; and (2) even if Obama was a Muslim, there is no religion requirement / test in the U.S. Constitution. I also added a third comment, stating that anyone who believes Obama is a Muslim is basically telling me that they are ignorant of the facts. I happened to spend election night with my friends who are an immigrant family from Ethiopia. I told them about this woman's comment and the Ethiopian woman was shocked and offended. She wanted me to respond with a question, asking this lady in Georgia if she really believed that Obama would lie to his own daughters about his religion. I didn't bother, though.
The woman continued to argue her case that bad things would happen and that we offended God and that Muslims would take control of America and all this other stuff (typical teabagger nonsense). I finally had enough of it that I posted a lengthy comment in which I said something along the lines of this:
"You will never convince me that you could ever know more about politics than me. I love politics so much that I actually majored in it in college, which means that I took many political science courses and had to research and write many papers on a wide variety of political topics. I am also not married and have a lot of free time, which is spent reading a lot of books and articles in magazines and newspapers, many of which are political in nature. So, for you to say that you could know as much about politics as me because you get your political opinions from watching Fox News is not true."
I did not say, but wanted to: "It would be like me claiming to know more about horses than you do, and we both know that isn't true. How about you stick with horses and I'll stick with politics?"
So, on election night, I saw confirmation that she was a typical ignorant Southerner that I simply did not get along with in the Navy or when I lived in Atlanta. Their reality is just so far beyond the fact-based universe. When I told my discussion group about her comments, they were shocked that I would still be friends with such an ignorant person. They told me to de-friend her, she's a lost cause. I said that I don't de-friend based on differences of opinions, no matter how erroneous the opinion might be. I mentioned that she was a friend I knew from church and that her parents and my parents are really close friends, so that's why I kept her on my Facebook friends list.
On Tuesday, though, she posted a long rant confessing that she had did a lot of bad things and saw bad consequences happen because of her poor decision making. She also made a plea for people not to be judgmental towards her, since God would judge them harshly for judging her harshly. I thought it was such a strange rant, so I decided to post something that went like this: "God actually does not judge people. We are our own worst critics and tend to be a far stricter judge than God."
Several hours later, I noticed that I got a new friend request, so I clicked on it and saw her name. I thought that was strange because the number of my Facebook friends did not change. But when I clicked on her Facebook page, I saw that we were no longer friends. I thought that was strange. Perhaps she accidentally de-friended me and realized her mistake. However, based on what she's written in the past, particularly on election night, I decided that I'm glad that she de-friended me so I didn't have to get rid of her from my list. I get to keep consistent to my de-friending policy and I don't have to deal with her rants and drama on Facebook.
What's amazing is that my sister and father told me that they were shocked by the hateful comments she had posted on Facebook in the aftermath of the election. I did not read the comments she made on her Facebook wall, so I did not know what she said other than what she posted on my wall. Apparently, she basically blames everyone who voted for Obama for helping to ruin her life. I don't know how that happened, but I think her personal drama is a bigger cause of problems in her life than Obama's presidency and reelection, or those of us who voted for him.
This recent Facebook de-friending inspired me to write a reminder to the rest of my friends what my "de-friending policy" is, and apparently, a lot of people like my policy or my comments.
The most interesting thing, though, is that this latest de-friending is the third female church member to have de-friended me this year. One de-friended me over my post about Obama being born in Hawaii and calling birthers "ignorant racists." Another de-friended me in the aftermath of the General Petraeus scandal because she defended his adultery and apparently didn't like that I disagreed with her. She's a liberal who earlier this year told me that she didn't want to see me suspend my Facebook account for a couple of months. Strange, how some people are.
But, I'm actually not surprised. You know why? According to my numerology forecast this year, I was warned to be extra cautious about how I express myself this year, especially with the opposite sex, because my way of communicating would cause problems for me this year. I didn't believe it, but now I have to laugh. There must be something to this numerology after all. I just have a low tolerance for willful ignorance, so to this latest de-friend...good riddance! I hope you get some education and give up the drama. If our paths never cross again, I'm perfectly okay with that. I love living life free of drama.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Seeking Commitment-Minded Family Man - 32 (SE PDX)
I have worked for the same company for over 7 years and I have a wonderful job that I love. I own my own car, I rent a nice house in Sellwood, I have friends and a good life...I have a lot to offer! I have a nine-year old daughter. Her father moved to another state 6 years ago and has essentially disappeared from our lives...no drama whatsoever. I have always wanted a big family and unfortunately my six year relationship fell apart because he refused to help me realize that dream. I am an independent, strong person so I figured I could make my dream come true without a man. So I did. I got pregnant by a donor and I am now six and half months pregnant. I didn't think I would want to date while I was pregnant, I thought I wanted to do this all on my own. But very recently I found a fantastic person on CL whom I fell madly in love with. And since that happened, I realized I do want a life partner. I do want this new baby to have a good dad in her life. I want to be loved, needed, desired. Clearly I wouldn't be posting this ad if that relationship worked out and I realize my situation is not acceptable to everyone. I am mostly looking for another single father simply because they understand what a woman goes through when she is pregnant and all the changes that happen to her body and they will not be afraid of it. However, I am open to all types, pretty much all ages (would prefer that you not be too much younger than I am) and any ethnicity. I am looking for love and a long term serious relationship, a life we can build together. I would very much prefer you to have your own job and transportation as taking care of one child, and very soon two, is enough. I am serious about commitment so please only reply if you are too. Thank you for reading and if I am not the one you are looking for, good luck finding your one true love!
Monday, December 03, 2012
Anyhow, at this conference, one of the ladies who attends the Portland Congregation said to me, "I thought you and Naomi were going to be an item." I was stunned for a few reasons. First, how did she know that Naomi seemed to take an interest in me earlier this year? Obvious answer points to Naomi, herself, who attends that congregation. Second, why would she even think we might be an item when she (nor anyone else other than Christine) never bothered to get to know me. It is this point that really peeved me. I told her, "I don't know why you would think so. She's not even my type." This isn't being mean. Just a point of fact. The lady then told me, "She has a lot of love to give for the man lucky enough to receive it." I don't doubt that. But just because we happen to be the two remaining single people in our mid-to-late 30s / early 40s in this church in Portland doesn't mean we would be a good match for one another.
I appreciate the well meaning church folks, who take it upon themselves to try to put people together. However, they shouldn't even try to do so if they've never bothered to get to know people at a deep level. All I got out of the Portland congregation was shallow small talk and felt lonely and out of place on the Sundays I went and Christine was not there. Yes, it is true. I only attended Portland congregation to see Christine. My focus was less on God. Perhaps it serves me right. But Christine has proven herself to be the truest friend I had made in the first few years in Portland. I loved her personality and company. Everything she told me always interested me and her life history along with how she changed from her past made me admire her. She was someone I would have loved to have spend the rest of my life with. She was amazing, and another church member won her affections first. It was painful for me, but a good kind of pain. The kind that makes me a better person, just for having gone through it. In a way, in a spiritual sense, I will always be grateful to her for her friendship in my early years in Portland.
When I told this well-meaning church member that Naomi was not my type and that I was looking for someone like Christine, she quickly snapped: "Well, she's married and you need to get over her!" It was so abrupt and rude. I know that she is married and I accept their marriage. I don't want to be in a relationship with Christine. Just her friendship and the friendship of her husband is enough. The point I wanted to convey to this church member, though I failed, was that you just can't expect people to be attracted to people they aren't attracted to. I never had a romantic interest in Naomi. I don't know why she latched onto me earlier this year. I don't have to be in an actual relationship with someone to know that it won't work out. I base everything on how I feel around the person and of course, mutual physical attraction is important. Without that, all that exists would be a platonic friendship.
I know that some people seem to believe that it is not good for people to be alone and that if you throw a single man and a single lady in a room together, that "making whoopee!" will happen. I knew about this viewpoint when I was at BYU and moved into a house that was owned by a single woman around the same age as me. The Bishop's wife got ahold of that info and confronted me with it, revealing that she was one of those who believe that a man and a woman can't be alone together without sexual activity going on. Well, newsflash. I'm not a horny rabbit who will fuck anything that moves. I have my standards.
I've thought a lot about attraction over the years. The best way to reach my heart is through my mind. An intelligent woman is sexy. When it comes to the physical part, though, I have always been naturally attracted to ethnic minorities or mixed-race women and foreign women. Also, I have never been attracted to excess weight, so obesity repulses me (sorry if this offends anyone, but it's my truth). I have also been a witness to many unhappy and unfaithful marriages in the Navy, which I blame for making me cynical about marriage, not to mention cautious. I've seen plenty of guys who were more miserable in marriage than they were (or I am) being single. So, I know from personal observation and from knowing myself that one has to marry the right person with a blend of similarities and differences to balance things. So, I'm looking for a lady who is probably more intelligent than myself, otherwise I'd likely grow bored in a relationship because I'm always moving on to new ideas. A lady who is comfortable in being static or not interested in learning will be a source of contention. My brain needs to be engaged nearly all the time...except when meditating.
Another point, while Naomi and I might belong to the same church, our views were widely different. Though she did try to present herself as being more spiritual open-minded than she probably was, I found her views to be standard / conventional Christianity, bordering one evangelicalism. That may be fine for her, but not for me. Some have suggested that I give Christian dating websites a chance, but I know that would be a waste of time and money. Spirituality is the most important value that I hold so I would need to be in a relationship with a lady who is not threatened by non-Christian ideas. Otherwise, she will likely be frustrated by my interest in Buddhism, New Age spirituality, reincarnation, etc.
Similar life experience, particularly in regards to traveling to foreign countries, is an important compatibility point. As I learned from working at That Awful Place That Shall Not Be Named, the employees that I got along with the best have all traveled extensively overseas. The ones I did not get along with were those who have never been out of the country. It wasn't something that I looked for, only as an after-the-fact when I try to understand why I get along with some people and not others.
There is nothing wrong with Naomi. Just that she's not someone I feel enough compatibility with. There is no physical attraction, there was no "wow!" factor in regards to her saying or thinking things that made me want to learn more, our personalities did not mesh well (she came across to me as a bit "needy" for attention), our life histories / experiences aren't well matched, and then there's the weight and health issues. I am not a saint. I'm like most people. I just want to be in a relationship with someone where there is a mutual attraction and compatibility on our most important issues. I don't expect to find such a lady within the same church, which is why I'd like a spiritually open-minded lady. Naomi had a long relationship with a great guy who loved her just as she was. Unfortunately, he died tragically young a few years ago. I know that she's probably lonely and wanting a relationship, and there aren't a lot of great guys out there for her to choose from (she being on the low income, blue collar / working class demographic). I just wish that people at church would understand that a good match requires more than just two people of the same age group being single and looking. I'm okay with being single for the rest of my life if it comes down to that (though I hope not). I'm not a needy or desperate person, though, so I won't just get into a relationship with just any lonely lady. In my view, any woman I end up with has to be more interesting than a book. Christine was such a person. So was Jenet. And Yudelka. And a few others over the years.
I shared this with the family who drive me to church at another congregation (where I've gone since 2010). I told him that it is well-meaning church folks trying to play matchmaker that might push young folks away from church. I wish that people at the Portland congregation made a point to get to know me on some level. Thinking that eating one dinner with some fellow single church member was enough to spark a romantic relationship is just proof that the people at that congregation are as clueless as I thought them to be. All this woman did with her comments to me a month ago was re-confirm in my mind the right decision to not attend that congregation and seek out another one that is further away but have people that I actually like talking with and seeing every Sunday. Had I known about this other congregation when I first moved to Portland, I would have gone there at the beginning.
If you're reading this and happen to be someone who likes playing matchmaker, I hope you will make a point to get to know the individuals that you want to put together. Thinking that you can just put any two people together and get sparks flying is likely to end in disaster. Listen to the person and learn what they value and what they are looking for. If it doesn't work out, don't go up to them and tell them that you were hoping that they'd be an item. All it does is make the person think that you really have no understanding about who they are. I don't think any of my friends who met Naomi would walk away thinking that she was the right one for me. There's a guy out there for her, but that guy is not me and he is likely not going to be a member of the same church.
As for me, I've pushed back my search until next year. I want to enjoy the final month of the year taking care of personal things and developing a plan for 2013. This year has been a disappointment in not meeting my three main goals for the year, but it was an interesting year and I learned a lot.