If you’ve been following the blog like a loyal droogie, then you know how these relationships usually go:
I meet two or three women.
I get to know them.
Maybe I meet one of them
I find something wrong with each of them
I’m on to the next
So imagine my surprise earlier this week when I find a local girl looking, 26 years old, VERY pretty. Now, things have been going pretty well with the girl I’m seen next week (much as we haven’t met, she hasn’t asked for anything). I really wasn’t looking and I figured that the world had to be looking for this girl (because there are just NOT many SB’s in East TN), so I wasn’t expecting anything when I sent her an email.
She responded back and told me what she was looking for. Oddly, it was what I’m looking for. As we all know, there are three types of SB’s:
Women who simply want a rich boyfriend
She’s a bad accountant, but she’s not upfront about it. She’s a very tall girl (taller than I am, and I’m 6′), she’s had a kid, pretty eyes and no job-stoppers (you know – facial tattoos, earlobe expanders, facial piercings). She could simply have a regular boyfriend (and has), but she says they treat her wrong.
We met this morning for breakfast, which I haven’t done with an SB before. It wasn’t bad – it meant I couldn’t sleep in on Saturday and I had to rush through feeding the horses (and it was 17 degrees this morning, so it didn’t lend itself to rushing). She was a little late but not much, and she called first.
It was REALLY good. From here we went for a walk, probably did a mile and a half. She’s in boots and jeans, I’m in jeans and my five-finger sneakers, so I’m keeping up with her. She kept the conversation going, telling me about her life, her dreams, her family, her pets. Not getting much baby-mama drama and her ex doesn’t live anywhere near here, which is good.
I don’t like when the conversation is all about me. Nothing new there – I know what I do. Some women talk nervously, though, when they aren’t happy, so I ask her how she’s enjoying it.
Like me, she REALLY is. We get back to the car, we talk a little more, and we kiss, also good. We then talk about going forward with this.
She’s an SB because she’s behind on her bills and can’t keep up with them. She’s almost in tears at this point. She doesn’t want to need money but she can’t make it – she has two degrees as well. I can understand – no one has money when they’re in their 20’s. She’s currently about $1,200 in a hole, but she doesn’t want it all yet.
She also doesn’t want to be pay-to-play. She understands what SD’s want, but can’t we work it out a different way.
She’s a smart, take-charge kinda girl. She’s coming to the house tomorrow to see where I live (and, of course, the cleaning girl blew me off this weekend, meaning I get to clean the place myself), so we’ll see where this is leading, but the good-bye kiss I got when I dropped her off at her car was pretty eager and emphatic. She even called while she was driving home to tell me again how good a time she had, so I have to think she’s excited.
So here’s the dealio – what do we do with the other girl, who’s coming out here next weekend?
And, added to that, the job has me on a deadline for the 19th. I am REALLY not going to have time for this hunny this weekend and need to cancel, anyway. Normally, I’d wait for the girl to screw up, and then use that as a reason to end it, but this is a pretty good girl who doesn’t screw up, she just doesn’t have home-court advantage.
I’m thinking at this point that she gets to take her chance, just like the one I met, and then I decide. I simply don’t want them both no matter how good each is – not that kinda guy.
So the mix gets mixy, doesn’t it, my droogies?