There doesn't seem to be much interest in the story version, and frankly it was getting to long, three pages in MS Word got me to noon.
So here's the abridged version of my day.
I got a message from Jane asking if we could meet at a restaurant for lunch.
I replied that I didn't think that was a good idea, and wished her a happy life.
Jane calls my daughter and tells her that I won't help her by agreeing to meet her for lunch and more advice. This confuses daughter who expects her Daddy to slay any and all dragons as she sees fit. Not wanting to make his problem her problem, said Daddy mans-up and agrees to lunch with Jane.
Having been outmaneuvered by Jane I look forward to lunch with the same dread I had for Obama's inauguration.
Lunch is at a nice cafe. Jane looks absolutely gorgeous in her suit. In fact the way she smiled & waved at me was very charming and disarming.
She was very mature and professional steering the conversation to work, school, & people we knew. I kept my feet wrapped under my chair, out of range.
Finally, I asked what she wanted, and slowly it comes out. She notionally knows what a Sugar Daddy is from popular culture; however, she knows nothing about ASPD, eecie, or any of the Sugar Daddy sights. Her SD proposal was a ploy. She knows from my daughter that I've had commitment issues since my wife died. Jane's idea was to suggest a SD relationship, no commitment. But once she got me into her bed, she fully expected that we'd fall madly in love, and live happily ever after. You see, she's had a crush on me since high school.
Shyster John hinted at it, Elizabeth Whispers warned me about it, but I would have never guessed it in a million years.
Here's the part I'll regret to my dying day, Mr Engineer had to come to the fore. You see Disney never goes into the details of "happily ever after" but details, that's what engineers do:
"So you think my daughter's cool with you being her Step-Mom?"
Her face cracked, she'd never carried dream that far, and I just crushed it with size-10 waffle stompers. No talking it through, no letting her down easy. Just straight to the point and crush a soul. Just this morning her Dad told me how one law professor called her ruthless. Not now.
Her eyes watered, "Of course, what was I thinking?" How foolish, how silly, how dumb, how yadda yadda.. I'm just stammering no, no, no...
She runs out... I follow.. (It's so surreal, I can't help wondering what movie am I trapped in?)
More crying outside, I console, she cry's, I cry, she feels like an idiot, I am one...
Its not every day you get to crush the dream someone has held onto, kept them going, for the last 6 years. Especially a dream centered on yourself. It turns out she'd quiz my daughter on my non-dating habits, and just about every encounter for the last 6 years she planned. Only one, she told me, was unplanned - the grocery store. Un-be-lievable.
Recounting this is just so un-fucking real to me. I read over it and sounds like bull shit. I fully expect someone will call me out and point to some book or move. If I had not lived it I wouldn't believe it.
Today is one of the few I regret being a teetotaler (alcoholism is rampant in my family).
It has been a very bad, no good, rotten day.
I wish I could move to Australia...
Never in a Million Years...
