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Revelations

 
 
Now, I am thankful for revelations. 

I'm not happy about it and it's really a turn off.

But, at least, I know what I'm dealing with. 

A man who I adore and desire professed his love for me on Facebook on Friday. 

I haven't seen him in over three months

-because-

he was making fun of me

-because-

I was talking to other men at a political venue. 

Then he mentioned something about sour grapes and putting down the taste of things out of his reach. 

That's probably the best explanation for his shenanigans. 

So I forgave my handsome friend for being a jerk. 

I thought he wasn't interested in me.  He's the only man in the world that won't hug me.   My political foes hug me.  My exes hug me.  My neighbors hug me. 

He shakes my hand. 

Earlier this year my spouse asked me to consider staying with him.  I don't want to do that.  We are now looking into ways to help the financial aspect of divorce so neither him nor I end up living in a cardboard box.  We are cleaning up a legal entanglement.  I need to move out of this house before I suck another soul into my life. 

Now, my love interest with the adorable bald head and hot beard is starting to wear on my nerves.  He's accusing me of not having feelings, of being silent, of being cold and callous. 

I'm not.  I'm just trying to prevent drama. 

There is a little stalker issue that I'm trying to clear up.  I cannot bring any man into my life right now.  The jealousy thing is disgusting.  Adding another jealous man to the equation would not be pretty. 

Besides, it is always a good idea to take things slow.  I know that my friend and I both have issues that will require time to build trust before we can really get serious about anyone.  I'd say that this is probably true of nearly anyone in our age group. 

Look, I know the only answer a man wants when he professes his love to a woman

is for her to kneel down in front of him

and kiss him everywhere

and show him how she feels. 

At least, that is how I fantasize about answering that question with the right guy at the right time.

A lady can't do that on Facebook.  

Neither can this redheaded pervert at this point in time. 

This is why it is generally advised to profess such feelings in private. 

In my situation, a lady can't do that when she's not quite out of her house, co-habiting with her ex, the day after his father died, while she has the flu, is working sixteen hours a day on a recording project, with a man who hasn't called her in over three months.

He should give it time.  I love my friend.  I love him enough to do everything in my power to avoid breaking his heart (and giving him the flu). 

If he's going to press me for an answer without taking the time to figure out what is going on,  it would be wise to look elsewhere. 

He's hot. 

He can find someone more available. 

Love ya,

S. 

P.S.  Oh, that's nice.  The guy the cops claim is stalking me has just announced that he has more than ten friends in common with my friend and wanted to let me know that he has just looked at his page and deleted all his posts about his undying love from his page. 

That's not a tad bit creepy, is it? 

The alleged stalker is NOT my facebook friend.  I blocked him and his family a long time ago!!! 

And, I don't have a reason to take things slow? 

I used to think my slober made men go crazy.  I didn't even have to kiss this one. 

Maybe it's my aura. 

It's enough to make me want to put a paper bag on my head. 

Perhaps I ought to buy my friend a membership to a dating website.   

Sigh.....

This is why I love my work.  I like my work being stalked. 

Love interests and male friends....not so much. 

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