Confession: I am sunk.., but trying to swim away
A brutal confession of a current situation: I am just getting this out there to help clear my head.
This is the danger of my style of punting - you can really get "into" a girl far too much!
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I can't get her out of my head! And I know she's playing me.... but she's still sucking up far too much of my brain power...
Okay, this is not "Mai from Thailand" that I reported about last. Yeah, Mai is spectacular, but her English is just not good enough for us to ever reach a real close connection. This is one of the great things (and shitty things) about punting here in Asia - the language barrier is enough to make forming any kind multi-dimensional relationship based on something more than just good sexual chemistry all but impossible. Go for a weekend trip or even a few dinners and you see just how hard it is to communicate deeply about anything.
No, this girl, Joann, I have never reported about.., but I did mention her story in a thread somewhere (can't recall which one). She is a Filipina/Western mix, and from a wealthier background (a relative term, mind you - wealthy in the Philippines does not mean a "western" standard of living). She seems to do the WG thing every now and then on a whim. I think it is a fun ego-trip for her. Like Mai, she is simply one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. And it seems like we were made for each other sexually. All the parts fit together. An instant attraction that grows every time I see her; every time she opens the door I go "wow".
I met her when she was 24 - almost 3 years ago - so she's reaching 27 today. We hit it off in spectacular fasion from day 1, and subsequently have spent many, many nights and days together. When she travelled back home for a few months I found a work excuse to head to Manila and we spent the weekend together with her showing me all the sites and and an all-round good time. She's got a Uni-degree and speaks exceptional english, so we had no problem really getting to know each other, communicating on a range of topics, and the more we learned, the more we liked. Damn.
After about 6 months together she began professing her love for me. Saying she wanted no other man to touch her again. I was always honest - told her that not only do I have a serious SO, but that I am also a world-class slut: many hundreds of women have been in my bed, and that wouldnt change if she was my SO! That I would be a horrible choice for her to love - so go find a single, loyal man your own age! Didn't matter..., she said none of that mattered..., she would wait for me. That she knows her heart regardless of what her brain tells her.
I pushed her away many times; ending it cold turkey on more than one occassion because it was just too spooky.., too intense. Yet, she kept coming at me..., kept on saying everything right and doing everything right until I would see her again and we'ld be back in the middle of an intense, emotional relationship. Finally, a lengthy seperation (I was travelling a lot for work, she went home for a family reunion, etc. etc.) was enough to clear the fog and I said a firm farewell. Wished her well, but GOODBYE!! I had to do it by email because I knew I wouldnt be able to say good bye with her eyes looking back at me in tears. Cowardly, I know. But I said goodbye at least....
And then I learned she has a new boyfreind. At first I went "Good!, it's over". Then I went, "What's this guy like anyway?", then, "What the fuck does she see in him??". So, we're back in touch and I agree to meet her (stupid) and we fuck like rabbits and instantly we're back to where we were months ago. All smitten over each other and with me, once again, forced to tell her not to love me, NOT to break up with him because I AM NOT AVAILABLE ANYWAY!!
Then they get engaged. And I went WTF?!? And met her and fucked her brains out to celebrate.
I am now at the stage where I am saying rather cold and mean things to her (not terribly mean, I am too nice a guy for that, and can't bring myself to be overly mean to her) - just so I can get her to finally tell me to fuck off. To give up, move on, so I can get far enough away that I can forget her. It seems all my goodbyes she deflects and somehow gets me back into her life.
Fucked up, eh?
She's never tried to sucker me for cash. No buffalo stories, no sick grandmas.
I "sunk". I have just said goodbye to her again..., it might work this time. Which fills me simultaneously with a sense of relief and deep regret.
Wow....
[ Last edited by wander at 18-2-2011 15:44 ]
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