Are you a heart-breaker?
I’ve hopped on the ever popular band-wagon again by participating in a fun Small Packages BlogFest. The topic is a more humorous take on the tradition & history of Thanksgiving in the USA, and it challenged us to reveal our darker sides if we dare.
Since I tend to do that quite well already I figured what the heck, lets rip it open a little wider right? Right. So on with the show.
I was a very lucky woman when I met my hubby, for I met him a mere week after throwing my hands in the air, shouting out to the universe that I was through, do you hear me through, with dating. And the reason this little revelation came about was one entirely of my own doing.
When I first met the man who made me swear against dating, I was a high school freshman, him a highly prized senior. Hello freshman crush! Years passed and again our paths crossed but now I was wiser, older, and much more of a catch. As we caught up on old times a date was planned and things progressed. For him.
I knew right off the bat that this wasn’t the guy for me, but I was pretty grumpy about my last boyfriend and was determined to not be single on New Years for once in my blasted life. I wanted someone to kiss when the ball dropped dagnabit! So we dated, and every now and then I’d get a little tug of guilt in my heart knowing that as soon as the new year hit I was outta there. Call it my own version of a Happy New Year Greeting. Once I even tried to break up with him. But he said let’s give it one more go, and I was a lame duck. I allowed it to happen.
Then New Years came. And I was a complete jerk. We were at dinner and he sensed where things were headed so he confronted me about it. I was left confessing as we were on our way to a party that I really didn’t care for him that way, that I just didn’t feel like not dating someone and so forth. Quite a humiliating evening that new years was. But I sure learned my lesson.
First, don’t date a guy just to have a date on a holiday. They aren’t quite as blind as women sometimes accuse them of being. And secondly, being the user can hurt just as much as being used. I don’t mind being a heart-breaker, I just prefer to do it in less heel-stomping ways.
What about you? I’m sure you’ve taken advantage of someone at SOME point in your life.