back to the single life–column 5.24.07
click here to read this week’s column.
and if you’re looking for something to do tonight, come to in’s first birthday party! because really, what else is there to do?
I’m single. Did you catch that? Yes, The Yuppie and I are no longer dating. I wish I had a good reason why we aren’t, but I don’t.
Sometimes there just isn’t that connection you desire. I thought it was there at first, but it quickly faded as we settled into a dating routine. He was great on paper—educated, large, um, vocabulary, nice looking and above all had the patience to deal with me. But there was something missing: the belly warmth. You know what I’m talking about, right? That feeling in your stomach only a member of the opposite sex brings, or wood grain alcohol.
I wanted to fall for him. It just didn’t happen. After two months I should have felt a lot more than for him than I did. In the end I just felt anxious. Anxious because I had this amazing guy who seemed to fancy me, and as hard as I tried I just wasn’t there. I didn’t have any feelings to reciprocate.
What I was feeling (or not feeling) inside transferred into my lousy actions. We had plans to meet for drinks after he finished up work last week. Huge mistake! I’m happy The Jazz are doing so well, but I want my downtown back–the downtown where I can find parking. After 20 minutes of searching for a spot I finally gave up and tried paying for a parking space. The parking lot attendant didn’t have change for a $20. What the hell? After a heated discussion (read: me yelling at the attendant) I got pissed and went home. Sending The Yuppie a quick text explaining my patience was shot and we’d have to get drinks on a non-game night. He was less than pleased.
What followed was sort of a whirlwind.
He left all the items I’d had at his house on my doorstep. Ironically I was in the middle of composing an email to him when he sent a text message informing he’d done so. My email was apologetic for my recent behavior and just explained I wasn’t there. (It may seem crummy to email it rather than discuss in person, but I’m better with written words. I always manage to make a mess of a serious conversation, leaving important details out.)
The following morning I received a reply email from The Yuppie. Which left me in tears. He pointed out my flaws. I know I have them, who doesn’t? I just don’t want them pointed out to me. His email also suggested when I wrote this column I title it, “Convenient parking…more important than the Yuppie?” Another sting.
Like the good man he is, he wished me the best and mentioned there were no hard feelings. It needed to happen, I’m just confused. Who broke up with whom?
Since then I’ve been in a funk. Sure it wasn’t the relationship for me, but I still can’t stand the feeling of failure. And here I had yet another failed relationship.
I have yet to rid my apartment of his toothbrush and contact case. I guess I’m in denial that another relationship bit the dust. I can’t help but notice a similar pattern: Sarah dates great guy; Sarah doesn’t keep great guy. Why this happens I’m not sure… I need Prozac, therapy or wine. I think I’ll go with the latter—it’s much cheaper and I’m on a budget.
Comments
Im going to win the eyelash extensions to go with my not-really-geeky BB and overly pleated pants.
Will u b there?
Meh. Relationships are over-rated anyway.
ak: Dude, the BB’s ok. It has a cowboy sticker on it! That ups the geek lvl a little. 🙂
I’ll come if you’re there. I want to meet ya.
Post The E-mail you reference in your column!
Sorry to hear about your breakup. If you aren’t into it its better you didn’t drag it out. Not fair to him at all. He sounded like an ok guy he’ll move on quickly.
Wonder if he’ll miss you?
My question is will The Yuppie still read this. Didn’t you meet him because he was a reader? Awkward situation Miss Bellum.
Not going to make up something I don’t mean. I’m glad for the break up, more chance for the rest of us to date you!
is it okay that some of your “anons” creep me out?
two words…ROAD TRIP
Yuppies don’t work and neither do Hippies. We’ve also tried Country boys (me on purpose and you because you had no choice) and “Preppy” boys, and boys who don’t fit into any particular genre. I have concluded that there are zero men left who are worth bothering with, and we should go back to spending weekend nights drinking too much while wearing pretty shoes.
Don’t worry, Sarah. The only time a relationship doesn’t fail is when one of the two parties dies.
In other words, if this counts as “failure”, then there’s a whole lot of failing going on out there.
Fun party last night even if I didn’t win a prize or get to talk to you.
Bellum, he wasn’t for you. An oar on his wall? Not your type at all, at least so it seems. His text messages were funny but one can’t help but wonder if this was all his 15 minutes , as if he wanted to be blogged about.
Dennis: I think you are on to something with your comment. An oar? Really? As if he were Rob Lowe in ‘Oxford Blues’ and rowed for an elite college program or something. SLC is a *desert*!
Denny: You’re so precocious! I am a Yuppie, so a bit of social climbing is in my DNA. The best part is that since I bask in the vestigial glow of Ms. Bellum I never have to queue for my favorite table at Olive Garden. The blogging was pure gravy!
Your right in one respect, though. Sarah’s type probably doesn’t include razor sharp sarcasm and devastating wit.
Sy: I’ve seen the Rob Lowe video of which you speak. I can assure you I’m a much more accomplished ‘oarsmen’ than Mr. Lowe and it’s no accident that I’ve a 12-ft one. Um, oar, that is.
For the record, Sarah is a great person and I really enjoyed getting to know her during our brief time dating. The pointilism that is the sum of her blog posts really is a poor measure of the true picture of Sarah. The reality, in many respects, is better.
It’s unfortunate things did not work out, but I’ve no regrets in the least about the experience and wish Sarah the best.
And, yes, I’ll still read her column, as I quite enjoy it!
Yuppie
No wonder she broke up with you. Your comments are a total drag.
The Yuppie,
Boy have I been served with your dictionary induced comment. Pardon while I quiver with fear. Good thing Sarah’s type isn’t egotistical bores. Otherwise you’d be spending your life together.
Are you reading her column because you really do enjoy it? Or because you want to read what’s said about you and your 12 foot oar? It seems like its the last. You were reading comments on week old blogs.
Hmm.