Thanks to a rather cryptic post followed by a few weeks of relative silence, I’ve gotten a lot of questions from readers about what happened to Tattooed Rock Star Boy, who I came thisclose to dating about a month ago, the most popular question being, “Did he find your blog?”
The short answer to that is no, or rather, not to my knowledge. If he did, he never mentioned it to me. The long answer is that things didn’t work out the way I would have liked them to because this particular guy was (is) going through a lot of personal upheaval that means any kind of stable, functional relationship is out of the question right now. Disappointing, yes, but also understandable. Shit happens. Life happens. I can’t blame this guy for the problems he’s going through. I was more ticked off about the fact that he ignored me for over two weeks before finally admitting he was too much of a mess to date me, and even then the only explanation I got was a two-sentence text, but whatever, I’m not bitter. A two-sentence text is more closure than I’ve gotten from a lot of men who simply fall off the face of the Earth, so I guess it’s a step in the right direction.
More important was the fact that we were both able to realize and accept that, no matter how much we were attracted to each other, trying to make a relationship out of these circumstances was going to be like making chicken salad out of chicken shit – impossible. Sure, I could have put on my angel wings and tried to save him. But there’s a fine line between helping someone and sacrificing yourself for him, and while I’m more than willing to offer help and support to a partner, I’m sure as hell not going to sacrifice myself for anyone. As badly as I may want a relationship sometimes, I know that no relationship is better than an unhappy, unstable, unfulfilling one.
And who knows? Maybe down the road, when this person is at a better place in his life, things will work out better. Doors may close, but very rarely do they lock forever.
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