My next Mr. Type was...
Mr. Type 5... Mr. living with a girlfriend, but dating.
Again, in the beginning I did not know (by the way Type 5's are all over the Internet as well. With the convenience of a computer, shopping for women is just a click of the fingers. So, women everywhere (and men too) be aware of your significant other's time spent on the computer...it may say more about your relationship than you realize).
I would type this guy's name here with my story, but people who might read this know him and I really do not want to cause him any pain, because in the end, his life caught up with him and has turned out exactly as it should.
When I dated him, I figured we would just be friends and was still pretty hung up on Mark. When the relationship moved forward, he discussed his live-in girlfriend and really, I did not care. Sometimes the game I play is more about testing the man's feelings for me and not whether I want him around, cooking me dinner or meeting my mom. I am incredibly competitive; often with me it is the classic case of wanting to be number one, but not necessarily wanting the guy permanently.
News flash men: if you are not meeting my family - (especially my mom) I AM NOT INTERESTED IN SOMETHING SERIOUS. But I do enjoy making you uncomfortable while I see exactly what you think of me. Because here is the deal, "Players" are uncomfortable with a certain string of questions from women. Nice guys answer serious questions without much thought, "Players" on the other hand, freak out and are more than happy to let Mr. Asshole out of the bag when they feel they are backed into a corner. There is no real corner; it is guilt and true intension rising to the service. Once I see this, I enjoy a good hang up of the phone or a shove out the door and get on with the living of my life.
There really isn't much of a story here, these are the guys we meet along the path and no one wants a guy who cheats on a girlfriend. Because here is the deal: those of us that were married and had to go through a divorce had to use a butter knife to cut off our left arm to save the rest of our body. Yes, that is what divorce is all about.
I better understand unhappy married people because of what is involved in tearing your life apart to put it back together, the complication and heartache of tearing a home in two. The heartache and devastation can be almost unbearable. This is by far more understandable than a guy who lives with a woman and has no kids. Give me a break. Exactly how hard is it to leave the situation? It is the classic case of a guy who is looking for the perfect woman because he lacks any of the qualities in himself - the poor girl who is forced to live with him. Somehow this type of guy actually believes Hollywood is real.
In the end, this guy and his girlfriend broke up after he cheated for god knows how long or with how many. She went on to marry and have children and he is still looking for Mrs. Perfect. I now feel sorry for him as he approaches 50 with not much but a house to show for it.
There have been other guys with live-in girlfriends (on the Internet) who have tried to get me to meet them, one right here in Santa Rosa who tried telling me he is loan officer by day and bakes bread for Safeway in Bennett Valley by night. The hilarious part of this story is the fact that this guy was stupidly clueless as to how many people I know in this town so I asked around. Turns out he was lying, but I did not doubt the girlfriend was real. The truly horrific side of the story is that his live-in girlfriend has a child that is not his, and he claimed he wasn't sure he wanted the relationship because she was older and couldn't have kids.
Holy shit, these guys really do exist.
All I thought about was her child, that wonderful open-eyed wonder who probably liked and looked up to him. I took great pleasure in giving him Irish hell, and shudder that the girlfriend he lived with could be any of us. EW.
Another is a guy who lives with his girlfriend in Chico, who never sees his own kids, but is more than happy to play around on the Internet and look for someone to occupy his wandering mind. He is applying around to be a cop, and could even be one by now ... and you wonder why I don't like cops...? Give me a Fireman any day...oi. He is just one more example of this type of guy, and they piss me off more than married men. It is just such a cowardly way to live.
They make me look forward to the day I am 70 and they are long lost into the world of putting their teeth in a bubbling glass by the bed and having a doctor feel their prostate on a regular basis.
The next type I dated was Type 3.
Until next type-
C
