January 25, 2009
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Yesterday Derek brought his beloved cat by for me to meet. When he saw that quilt laying over the big box my ceiling lights came in he wondered why.
“Bridget peed on it when you grabbed her snout last night.”
“I didn’t hurt her; I was just being playful.”
“Well, you’ve obviously been abusing her or she wouldn’t shake like that and pee on me.”
“Then how come she’s all over me the minute I walk in the door?”
“Because she knows you’re going to let her out.”
I’m sure you are all wondering if I have taken leave of my senses. I am, too. I wonder why I have attracted a guy who fascinates me, turns me on, is great fun, someone I would trust with my pin number but not my dog. My women friends are saints but I keep attracting guys who aren’t.
My brother’s girlfriend has been an astrologist for most of her adult life, and I consult her from time to time about the men I meet. After looking at our two charts she says, “This was a fate thing. You were bound to meet.”
She was explicit about the limitations, and what she predicted has unfolded. I wish I could remember how she described us then:
“He struggles with some sort of disconnect between his mind and body, something he sees mirrored in you. But you two have all these major” –I can’t remember what she calls them so I’ll use — “intersections where you oppose each other and that will cause you to bump heads. You will learn from each other but it is to be nothing more.”
“So, no romance?” I tried to sound like I was joking, given his age.
“Absolutely not.”
It was good advice, something I’ve wanted to ignore on several occasions when he was being his best, charming self. But the charts did not lie. We are constantly coming at things from opposite ends, and the same chemistry that she called the “man/woman thing” makes those disagreements intense.
Most Sundays we have dinner together after my Spanish class and before I go dancing. When he called I didn’t bring it up and neither did he. Nor did we talk about the dog.
I’ve decided she is not to go in the front yard. At least not with him. And I’m going to push to get these projects wrapped up so I won’t need him anymore. I’ll say I’ve run out of money, which is true. I’ll miss the trading tips, and I’ll miss him terribly, but it’s wrong to spend time with someone who makes Bridget tremble like that, though she does tremble at the drop of a hat. And she does pee when my daughter yells at her.
Comments (5)
Do what you know is best, my lady, and don’t apologize for it.
At least you can make decisions about what you need to do.
Interesting about the charts and how it’s unfolding. I’m always amazed when you tell us about the latest guy and how they just don’t fit you. You’ve been attracting the wrong ones, now it’s time for the right ones. Concentrate on who you want, NOT who you don’t want. According to Abraham-Hicks, when you say what you don’t want, you are actually attracting exactly that..what you don’t want…interesting site I believe I’ve given you before that sends daily quotes to remind you how to attract what you do want..not just men, but in general…marilyn
In the years I was dating, I found that my cat was the best judge of character. The people who she liked, turned out to be long time friends and the people she refused to go near, well, the relationship didn’t last very long.
When I met my husband-to-be, my cat walked right up to him and plopped herself in her lap, which was amazing considering she didn’t always want to be held (she had been a feral stray when I adopted her) but she cuddled on him like no other person except myself could do.
Just a thought. Follow your instincts. I know when I haven’t trusted mine, things always ended badly.
Namaste!
@lacemagicke -
I love this story about your cat.
They’re such good creatures. My cat misbehaved a lot when my husband was depressed and lying for a bit. She could just tell. Now he’s working things out and she’s as loving as can be.