Belonging to someone
My brother, and another friend, once remarked that a lotta the people we’ve casually dated are still friendly with us and I asked him why he thought that was.
Him: (shrugging) We’re useful.
As always, he’s right. He and I have alla these explicit skills (lawyer/doctor) plus rando skills that are useful.
Plus, we both like helping people.
On that note, another woman from my past reached out to me for my legal opinion on something.
Gotta say, it was one of the more interesting legal scenarios I’ve come across…
Me: Whoa! That’s…insane.
Her: I was incandescent.
Me: I have to write that down.
…and I gave her my opinion…
Me: You do know why they did this, don’t you?
Me: Because they thought they could get away with it. Don’t let them.
Her: But, what’s the upside for me?
Me: Cash money, yo. Plus, you’re stopping them.
…and that was that.
We then caught up because it’s been a while since we chatted.
She’s on the dating apps but she also gets so many inquiries that she ends up just not opening the app because they give her stress.
Me: Man, women’s and men’s dating problems are so different.
Her: I think I’m just going to stop altogether.
Me: (shrugging) I dunno, you might meet a gem like me.
Her: (incredulous) I have so many thoughts, I don’t know which one to go for. I need a drink.
Me: I can get behind that. Let’s do it.
We ended up chatting for a while.
Her: What about you?
Me: (laughing) Well, I just recently went on a date and called her by an ex’s name, so, yeah, it’s going great. What about you?
Her: I have over 1,000 messages on one app. It just stresses me out.
Me: You need a dating manager to handle alla that for you.
Somehow, we got onto the topic of the two of us, which was uncomfortable because there were so many layers to it.
And, she actually said to me what Alison said to me on our first date.
Her: (sighing) Oh, Logan. You’re so dumb.
Ended up cutting off the conversation early because of that and for other personal reasons that are unimportant here.
But she wrote me afterward to tell me that all was ok, which I appreciated.
Relationships are hard, even when they’re great. Add on things like trauma and such and it’s just a mess.
I wish I was her person. I wish I was a lotta people’s…person. But, I suppose I’m still looking for something I can’t put into words.
Still, it’s a bit different now. See, I used to belong to someone.
And then I thought maybe I belonged to someone else, but – it turned out – she didn’t belong to me.
And I miss belonging to someone that belongs to me.
I’m a guard without enough people I love to guard. And one that failed his last charge.