One day, I'm going to get this right.

If you've read this blog since the very beginning you know the purpose that it was intended for.

A little ditty about me and what wound up being yet another failed relationship.

Well, it happened again.  This time, it never really got off the ground.  This is a blessing of sorts because unlike the situation that led to the origin of this blog the true emotional side of the relationship never got started.  Regardless, it still counts as a busted relationship that lands in the failed category.

Hell, my entire adult life has been one failed relationship. 

What gets me now is that in this case, I really didn't do anything.  I know, you would assume that, being a guy it would be typical for me to say that buit in every failed relationship to this point I can find at least SOMETHING  I can point to that I can take responsibility for.  Even with my failed marriage.

Admittedly, it took me a while to come to that one.

The one thing that sets this incident apart from the others is that with those I actually had contact with the other person before it all came crashing down.  As in a situation where there was real-life, in person contact.  That didn't happen here.

Well, we had tried this about 10 years ago so that's not entirely true.  In any case, at least I would have liked at least one in-person contact before she decided I was a lost cause.  Here we were all set to meet up the day before my birthday and KABOOM she got "sick" and then I got to eat silence for 5 days.

Now I've been told to not even attempt to make contact.

Well that won't be a problem.  I came to an epiphany this evening in that I realized that I was played like a rented drum set.  I'm 43 years old and I do not appreciate my time and attentions being wasted.  This is EXACTLY what happened over the past few weeks.

So screw it. 

I am tired of being the only sane person on this planet.  All I am looking for is someone to share life and good times with...I am and never was interested in hurting anyone, but apparently if I want any kind of action in the years I have left, (and yes I do include the clothed and unclothed variety) i am supposed to turn into a complete dickhead in order to have that happen.

Well, that's not me.  I wasn't brouight up that way.  I am who I am and you can kiss my crippled ass if you can't handle someone who has integrity and genuine compassion.

I'm done with this one.  Carry on.