Its Funny How...

#ItsFunnyHow... was this mornings trending topic on Twitter. and it seemed perfect for my current situation.
I posted: it's funny how the men who treat you like dirt are often the ones you cant stay away from....

When my roommates catch me making plans with the Carpenter, they yell at me and tell me to stay away from him. not to give in. That he treats me like crap.  and the worst part is, he knows he does too. He's openly stated, that if he was nice to me, he'd probly never have seen me again. It's like, he's made it okay to be a dick, and justified it in  a way that is surprisingly accurate and washes the dirt away.

But , how I feel about him, really -
With the Carpenter, I dont need a boyfriend. He fills the void I have with that empty space in my bed at night. and then he leaves, and I can focus on my Priorities. This is why I have no relationship with  another human being right now - because my priorities are as follows: 1. Work, 2. Roller Derby, then 3. Social Life; and then in a sad last, 4. Intimate Relationships.
So this bad relationship between I and the Carpenter... it works. For now.

And then there's MargaritaMondays...
Last night I messaged him again...
He's on a course for work close to Montreal. I just sent him a small memo.... letting him know I'll be there for a Roller Derby Booty Camp... and maybe... if he was around... it would be cool to hang out?
God I am shameless. But I think about him all the time. Even after we split the first time, and then he left in a way I should never forgive him for, short of disrespect and his friends being complete dicks to me; he's still one of the only guys I've met that I've really liked... and he said he'll meet me in Montreal ... *Big Smiles & Happy Feelings* ...just one more night of torture to my soul disguised as fun and feelings of fake love. It will be worth it, right?

Margarita Mondays - it's over

He had grown on me. we had clicked in all the right ways. There was something there I didnt want to let go of.

Then came a text : "There was no good time to tell you this; but I'm leaving for Ontario tonight. Indefinitely. I'm sorry, I wish it were different."

and he was gone from my life.

Army men are nothing but transient assholes. They come and go, and have little or no respect for the women in their lives. If the army wanted soldiers to have a wife, they would issue them one.

I think I'm going to get This Tattoo next. It's the story of my life. The constant mending of broken relationships, in hope of one day finding something that will keep me together...

Margarita Mondays: Take Two.

We were standing across the room from each other. I had sent him a text message last week saying I couldn't see him anymore. I was trying to make things work with the Flake. I made a mistake.

Shaydid was playing live at the bar. (we are both Shaydid fans. by fate, we were there on the same night) he smiled at me, and I smiled at him.

We crossed to room and started dancing together. we spent the rest of the night together. He told me he thought he'd never see me again.

We've started over.
I was a jerk. I know. but, sometimes fate plays a part in who you should be with, and the world spins in a way that you wind up back where you left off.

Margarita Mondays

Mr. Margarita Mondays melts my heart a little bit.
One night while our for Marg's the live band played an acoustic version of Justin Beibers "Baby".
The next time he picked me up, as he turned on his play list, JB was playing <3 This totally made me smile.

score 1 more point for the military guy.

MargaritaMondays was on top of my list. He was sweet, funny, and we really clicked. But, it had to come to an end...

Mr. Margarita Mondays

And then there was Margarita Mondays.
 He's a kind, and easy going guy - Pro.
Military man - Con. 
He has huge potential out of the few men I've been dating - Pro.
His quirks: he cleans during a party - potential Pro, if its not OCD.
He picks me up, and walks me to the door after every date - Pro.

We met online. and had a few dates at a place where they do Margaritas  half price on Mondays. This became our standard date night for a while. and so he was aptly dubbed - Margarita Mondays guy.

My roomies then dubbed him Mr. Clean. They look one and the same. and his quirky party habit plays into it even more so.

Relationship - still undefined