In yesterday's post I wrote about the type of woman that I would always admire from afar. She would be very attractive, young, and project a lot of confidence that would enhance her beauty. Invariably, these types would also have a very mean, bitchy side as well. I've never dated this type, really. The last woman I sort of dated had some of these qualities, but could be very uptight, pathologically obsessed about her looks etc.
She made it pretty clear that she didn't really want to date me seriously. She said she wanted to be someone who caused me a lot of grief. She let me know this when she said she wanted for me to add her portrait as one of the women/ snakes coming from my mother's head in my painting. "Medusa."
That pretty much sums up why I never really had any luck dating those really pretty types. I never really was their guy, I suppose. With that said, is such a woman really MY type? If I've had a great deal of interest in these types, but these types never really had much of an interest in me, can they really be said to be my type?
I've kind of alluded to some of the famous women I've had fantasies about meeting through my legacy as the legendary Richy Vegas. And, from what I can tell, they all pretty much could be the beautiful, bitchy types that never took any kind of sustained interest in me. How would that go, if I actually met one or more of these types?
I think they might meet me, and as they got to know me better, they might feel like they see the little man behind the curtain manipulating the image of the Great and Terrible Oz, and treat me accordingly. That kind of thing has happened in the past.
There's several types of unavailable women. There's the woman who's logistically unavailable because they are in a relationship. I've had plenty of trouble getting past something as simple as that in my youth and moving on. There's the more predatory type who represents themselves as available and interested when they are usually unavailable, never really interested. I've learned to sniff out that rat pretty good in the fullness of my years. Then there's maybe the worst type, the one that I would call emotionally unavailable. That could be someone I've even dated in the fullest sense of the word, but who never really cared for me. That kind can really ruin a lot of years for someone who is not willing to face this reality about them.
I think if the legend of Richy Vegas ever became manifest in our mutually acknowledged reality, the emotionally unavailable type would be my biggest worry. Near as I can tell, the emotionally unavailable type would most likely be wrapped up in a pretty package of beauty coupled with great confidence, with a really mean and bitchy side to their personality as well. If such a type were to come along because of this Richy Vegas stuff, I'm not sure how I'd get to the stuff I need to get to in order to make an intelligent decision about them. I think my greatest asset would be my ability to tell where I left off and such a person began; where I could tell that my issues weren't really my issues, but instead their issues, one might say.
She made it pretty clear that she didn't really want to date me seriously. She said she wanted to be someone who caused me a lot of grief. She let me know this when she said she wanted for me to add her portrait as one of the women/ snakes coming from my mother's head in my painting. "Medusa."
That pretty much sums up why I never really had any luck dating those really pretty types. I never really was their guy, I suppose. With that said, is such a woman really MY type? If I've had a great deal of interest in these types, but these types never really had much of an interest in me, can they really be said to be my type?
I've kind of alluded to some of the famous women I've had fantasies about meeting through my legacy as the legendary Richy Vegas. And, from what I can tell, they all pretty much could be the beautiful, bitchy types that never took any kind of sustained interest in me. How would that go, if I actually met one or more of these types?
I think they might meet me, and as they got to know me better, they might feel like they see the little man behind the curtain manipulating the image of the Great and Terrible Oz, and treat me accordingly. That kind of thing has happened in the past.
There's several types of unavailable women. There's the woman who's logistically unavailable because they are in a relationship. I've had plenty of trouble getting past something as simple as that in my youth and moving on. There's the more predatory type who represents themselves as available and interested when they are usually unavailable, never really interested. I've learned to sniff out that rat pretty good in the fullness of my years. Then there's maybe the worst type, the one that I would call emotionally unavailable. That could be someone I've even dated in the fullest sense of the word, but who never really cared for me. That kind can really ruin a lot of years for someone who is not willing to face this reality about them.
I think if the legend of Richy Vegas ever became manifest in our mutually acknowledged reality, the emotionally unavailable type would be my biggest worry. Near as I can tell, the emotionally unavailable type would most likely be wrapped up in a pretty package of beauty coupled with great confidence, with a really mean and bitchy side to their personality as well. If such a type were to come along because of this Richy Vegas stuff, I'm not sure how I'd get to the stuff I need to get to in order to make an intelligent decision about them. I think my greatest asset would be my ability to tell where I left off and such a person began; where I could tell that my issues weren't really my issues, but instead their issues, one might say.
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