I sent him a text today, telling him I had a good time, and hope he had a good weekend (he worked all weekend). He replied back that he had fun too, but that he is "a hypochondriac, and didn't feel anything that would make it worth the risk to go any further". I just said no worries. Inside, I felt a little piece of me, a little piece of my soul, flake off and die.
I shared this on Facebook, and because the universe is always looking out for me, I received lots of support from my men :-) Some of the posts were of the screw him nature. I made sure to let everyone know that I wasn't mad at him, it was just the situation. The guy is a nice guy, and I really do wish him the best.
Now, here's where the universe says, "This one's for you!"
As I was sitting here, reading all the kind support from my menses, (yes, I know, menses, plural of mens), I realized that this blow off sounded particularly familiar. I asked myself, "Self, doesn't this sound familiar?" And then I told myself, "Why yes, Self it does." Then I thought.....and thought....and thought some more.
About 4 months ago, I met a guy online. We spoke and were going to get together until I told him I was POZ and then he bailed, and gave me some line about being a hypochondriac, and that he had Herpes, so he understood how I felt blah blah blah. I wrote a much more heart felt blog post about it at that time. Right Here!!
So, yes, it's true, same guy. I felt hurt back then. Again, not because I was interested in the guy, we hadn't even met yet, but because of the fact that he only saw the disease and not me. But... the universe is always kind to me, and it let me forget him, what he looked like, his name, all of it gone. Until the lightbulb went off and I went digging through old emails. Then I laughed.
On this most recent go round, we had only exchanged phone numbers, and not emails. I sent him a text and asked if the email address was his. He said yes. I told him that we had met online 4 months ago, where he handed me the same hypochondriac line after I told him I was POZ...but BEFORE we went out to dinner. He said he thought I looked familiar.
I said "Yeah, I'm glad I was only rejected by the same guy twice. It would have sucked if you were two different guys."
He just said "Damn."
I replied "At least the last time, you got freaked out by the HIV before I spent $65 on dinner. Too fucking funny!!!"
Then I told him, "You're adorable, fun, smart, and a great catch. I would suggest you go ahead and pass on us POZ guys, we're too much for you right now :-)"
So you see, the universe has once again shown me that everything is not always as it seems, and that even in a bad day, there is a smile!
