Wednesday, January 31, 2007

lessening

In the dream, we were in some kind of storage room together. He pressed me up against a stack of boxes, I put my arms around him, our faces tilted toward each other, and we kissed.

"How far do you want to take this?" Ben asked, ready to remove clothing.

He meant physically; it would be nothing more than sex.

"This far," I said, disengaging, cold disappointment flooding me.

Nothing else happened. I woke up. Less starstruck, more skeptical.

One day at a time, I'm getting over him. Thinking about him less each day, and with less of a halo effect when I do think of him. If I can stay away from the bar for at least another week or two, I think I can be well on my way to being cured.

Something I keep forgetting is that just about every time I go to Cozy Bar, men flirt with me, show an interest. I'm attractive to other men and there are other attractive men out there I can be drawn to. Men capable of initiation, reciprocity, conveying actual emotion instead of hinting at it, all that good stuff. At least, I'm optimistic enough to believe they're out there.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about how this fixation with Ben mutated like this. I met him near the end of last year, when I was still battling my depression, right before my birthday, when I made a concerted effort to change my habits, my thinking, and rid myself of the gloom as much as possible. The big turnaround happened when I wrote the story, so it makes sense that I saw him as more than a muse, but as the source of this new vigor and passion for life. In all honesty, I think I just got swayed by his good looks and charm. He's the George Clooney of bartenders, and I should have known better than to actually care, but it happened.

I wonder if this was my way of secluding myself from an actual relationship in order to focus on the other parts of my life I've given priority to. If my romantic world is one of fantasy, then a real person can't interrupt my new routines and habits with their own. And I don't want my routines disrupted right now. At the moment, I get a certain amount of sleep each night, a certain amount of exercise each week, I'm vigilant about my diet, and selective about what I do with my free time. I'm on a very positive track here and cannot have anyone mess that up for me right now, least of all a bartender who knows how good-looking he is and the effect he has on women. I almost started thinking I wasn't beautiful enough for him, but stopped myself before I could follow that downward spiral. I'm not going to sabotage my new found poise and confidence on a man I pay to make me tipsy.

It's like having a fever; it makes you delirious and delusional. I think I'm slowly coming out of it; my temperature is coming down. Barman Ben is my kryptonite, so the only way to stay strong is to stay away from Cozy Bar, much as I love that place. I have to, because right now I am still intact, still happy, and my anxiety is fading. Going back would be subjecting myself to a potential ego-beating and heartache, and I'm not that masochistic. I don't want to get lost like that again.

I want to meet new people, flirt with new men, maybe even kiss one. It's on the horizon, I am pretty sure of it. Every day, it gets easier.

8 comments:

Halstead said...

Dolly,

I haven't read all of your blog. But from what I have read, it seems to me that you've never written so much about someone you know so little about.

It's like you knew it was a bad idea from the start, but liked wrapping yourself up in the fantasy anyway. I'm sure you've enjoyed the twisted fun in a way, I would have.

I think most of your readers provided some very good advice on your last post. I'm not an expert, but I suggest you take it. And you seem to be on the right track, the dream thing was a bit weird, but I suppose it wasn't really about him.

I wonder if he showed up at your door with a bunch or roses, would you let him in?

-Halstead

Dynamic- said...

Dolly,
I've never wanted a woman to have sex with someone else so bad in my life. (No matter how I phrase this, it does not sound good, but you know what I mean) Go out and get laid this weekend kiddo! (and not by Ben, this oneitis needs to go, it's hurting your emotional state)

Love,
Dynamic

http://masterpickup.blogspot.com

CoatMan said...

Oh, Dolly, even your dreams are literary; why you haven't yet made a substantial living writing romantic fiction I'll never know. I'm sure that you could easily do at least as well as the likes of Lisa Jewell, for instance.

Anonymous said...

Dolly, we fall in love/develop an obsession over someone when we think about them by ourselves. When we are alone and we think about them we tend to only think about their best traits, the qualities they had that we found attractive, and so we build up a better-than-life image of them. If you're having dreams about this guy then you need to stop thinking about him so much. Or think more about his negative traits so that you don't fall into the idealization pattern.

You don't know much about this guy and so you're filled in the blanks. That's probably why you're so attracted to him. Because you've created a good image of him in your head. We are our own best hypnotists, after all.

That's just my opinion. I am just quoting theoretical psychology though so I could be wrong. :)

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NotCarrie said...

My dreams lately have been far more confusing. Clarity is good.

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