Sometimes you feel like a nut

I have this character in my head pestering me to write her story. It’s Delilah. She’s telling me she needs me to get her story written because she’s ready to get hot and sweaty with Sam.

Chill, girl. I’m working on the historical/time-travel now.

But, she whines, my story is way more important than some stupid historical major.

See that’s the problem with characters. They’re so bloody demanding. I was talking with a non-writer today about this – the fact that I have this character talking to me in my head. And he thinks I need therapy. And that’s the problem with non-writers. They don’t understand the neuroses.

But then again, I think he has serious issues myself. We have a unique and very twisted relationship, he and I. And for the purposes of this blog, I’ll call him Boyfriend #1.

Boyfriend #1 is not a lady-killer, but he has certain appealing…qualities. He can be very sweet when he wants to be. Like yesterday when he showed up with a very large pink bag puking red and pink tissue paper. I couldn’t believe it. Inside, there was a shocking amount of goodies and a totally mushy card.

I was like, huh?

He proclaims he doesn’t have a girlfriend, yet he treats me like his girlfriend. Gifts at Christmas and now gifts for Valentine’s Day (which I still want to shun, by the way). We had a long, interesting discussion and the only thing I can figure is…he’s weird. He has certain hang-ups about relationships. I’m sure the string of Girlfriends From Hell had something to do with that. That and a long marriage that ended in divorce. So he has issues. But who doesn’t?

I definitely get frustrated with him. And then I remember – we are not a couple. We go out occasionally and enjoy each other’s company and that’s about it.

Then there’s Boyfriend #2. We dated for about a year and then broke up for four months. I had no intention of getting back together with him. You see, he has this very high-stress job as a restaurant owner and he didn’t have a lot of time for me. He couldn’t even pencil me in for lunch. It was one of the reasons we broke up. It drove me insane.

But then he called me. I made it very clear I wasn’t interested in a reunion and then something happened… I ended up going to see him at his restaurant. It sort of opened the flood gates. He finally asked me out to dinner and a hockey game (because hockey is my weakness and I really can’t say no). And I, of course, said yes.

I got to thinking. I don’t get everything I need from one. Why should I settle for that? So I decided I would give it another try…but I would have to lay the ground rules first. I told him I wasn’t sure I wanted to get back together, but I also wasn’t sure I didn’t want to get back together either. He can be sweet, too, when he wants to be.

We’re having dinner and hockey early next month and I told him he has to pick me up. He’s calling it our first date again so we can start over. But I told him he was getting ahead of himself. It was no pressure – and just dinner and hockey. 😉

So yesterday… on Valentine’s Day, I thought of all of this. And you know what I came up with? I’m the prize. I’m the princess. And they’re going to have to work really damn hard to get me. Because, damn it, I’m a catch. I’m a single, independent, intelligent, witty, 30-something woman and DAMN IT I deserve better than some half-assed attempt at dating. As a good friend put it, make ’em earn being my consort (I’m paraphrasing here hehe).

May the best man win. Whichever he may be!

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.