I am closing comments - just not interested in them anymore...
So... I had this guy over to quote me on impact windows - I so can't afford them - but I can't get over my reaction to this guy. I mean I just really liked him and I am surprised what a difference it makes because I didn't even think about that nervousness at all.
I am surprised because I really thought I liked a couple different guys I have met in the recent past but with this one it was... I dunno, more of an intrinsic, compelling attraction and he was just different then most guys I met, I even really liked his name. But I can't really figure out what it was specifically about him that I liked so much - that's what's so weird. Maybe it was the give & take? It was funny we kept getting off the sales topic and just talking about stuff - it was like a date except I felt bad for kind of ignoring his associate (which comically enough turned out to be his sister). He was just so... man, I dunno. It wasn't like he was drop-dead gorgeous or anything but the minute I answered the door and laid eyes on him I just had this nice feeling about him that seemed to prevent the weird uncomfortable nervous thing from happening or even entering my mind. And it wasn't like I was undressing him with my eyes exactly - I mean, yeah, after a while when I realized that this funny warm feeling was an attraction to him I did have some uh, "thoughts" and I hate to admit at one point I did sort of look at his package when he got up to get something from his case. Man, its wild I never do that, never been that type of girl - what's up with that? Medication side affect?
It really wasn't a sexual thing - I swear - it was an overall chemistry thing like I just really liked his laugh and I found myself cracking jokes because I wanted to hear more of it. Really wanted just to hear him laugh again - it was such a nice feeling because I think he liked me too. For a while after he left into the next day I kept sort of thinking about him in that curious wanting to get to know him way and it struck me how not really sexual it was, it was like I just wanted to hear stories of when/where he grew up. Man, really wanted to talk to him more and hear more of his subtle Hungarian accent.
Bums me out I won't see him again probably. I mean now that I know I like him I can't think of a non-self-conscious reason to call him. In a way it was just nice to know I am semi-capable of feeling that way about someone. Earlier today when I was thinking about him again I had a vague nervous feeling but it was more of a butterflies kinda thing and then when I felt asleep I had a dream about having Max's baby - I discovered I was 2 months pregnant when I didn't know it and figured out it was his and just thought if I never see him again I was so happy to have this gift and I kept holding my stomach looking at it in the mirror and just sort of falling in love with the idea of him and me. When I woke up I went back to thinking of the window guy and while half asleep daydreamed about what it might be like to go out with him or get involved with him - I was happy, then for a moment I almost had the hurty brain freeze moment but it was great because it wasn't so intense.
After it passed I was able to see it more clearly then before in my minds eye - it was like the PTSD has slowed down and I thought about how devastating it was to have needed someone for the first time (X) and been abandoned so summarily. Except I thought about it in this way that it wasn't devastating it was just observation, like events just clicked in place. I thought about how my PTSD brain found coincidences in events with him and although much of it was projection I was still kinda of appalled how much it replayed the injury in its own way. I mean that was the thing Crush knew a lot of what happened and that's what hurt so much that he disappeared without comment. He isn't the same guy but the impact was similar because the vulnerability was so large - barely had a chance to scab over entirely and got ripped open again. For a minute I just kind of felt grateful that neither one of them ever asked for forgiveness simply because that meant I didn't have to give it.
The thing with this daydream with the window guy where I had the brain-freeze close call is that I sort of enjoyed it. I mean it was just like I could almost see that eventual fear carrying through to a different course. No specific course or happly ending it was just a different feeling and because it was so different there was longing but also immense release at the same time. Like all those good feelings I had had for the others flew freely instead of being tamped down or rejected entirely. For instance every time I think of something funny X said I suddenly get real serious or think of how awful he is or how much I dislike him.
Sometimes I remember events or relationships and the sheer intensity of feeling all mixed in together is too much and I grow to hate it because its always overwhelming and it never gets to be just pleasant or funny or even just simply sad in a passing way - its this maddening intensity that hurts my brain so I refuse to continue recalling it and maybe that's why I don't work through things. I dislike having this discussion with myself over things like I am my own 5 yr old and I have to spell things out. With this daydream moment it was simple for once - there was still a lot in there that I longed for but the risk of needing someone didn't seem so threatening.
but i still can't afford the windows...