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My Big Fat Life – Guy Who Won’t Leave Me Alone *update*

In Uncategorized on January 24, 2015 at 8:20 pm

The guy from Wales has gone against the requests from authorities and has continued to contact me.  In August he sent me an email to an address I had forgot to block him from since I seldom use it, but have now since blocked him. He sent an email telling me he met someone else, but couldn’t stop thinking of me. He then linked me to a love song on YouTube that I am pretty sure if I were this new woman he was involved with, I would be hurt by his actions.

More recently a note arrived from Portugal. I recognized the handwriting on the front as his, and didn’t even bother opening it. All authorities had to be notified, and I was instructed to leave it in my post box. The Postmaster had it picked up, where it goes to another agency who verifies the contact and then passes it along to another agency to document the contact.

What a messy ordeal all together.

 

 

 

My Big Fat Life – Gabriel Update

In Uncategorized on January 14, 2015 at 4:33 am

I didn’t want to talk about this until I had the appointment, but I finally got Gabriel in to see a pulmonologist.

Since we are now one episode away from the doctors wanting to remove the pericardium sac of his heart, I wanted to make sure that they looked at all things before moving forward.

A friend posted something on Facebook, and the in the comments one of the women mentioned something about pleurisy. It reminded me that one time, early on, one of the doctors said his symptoms were like those of pleurisy. I didn’t think much of it, because I didn’t know much about it, plus it was early on in and I didn’t know a lot about a lot.

The woman provided a link, and I clicked. You know all those symptoms the doctors have told me that aren’t textbook, and baffle them? Well they are textbook, but for pleurisy. This motivated me enough to get a referral to the pulmonologist and get their opinion on things. Since I haven’t been able to shake the feeling they are missing something, this sort  of confirmed my concerns there might be other things going on. At least some very suspect symptoms that are worth looking into.

He agrees that while Gabriel does have the symptoms for PPS (posterpericardiotonomy syndrome), he also seems to have some symptoms of pleurisy. He feels that Gabriel definitely needs a cat scan of his lungs when he gets sick again, to look at things more closely before they even consider moving forward with the pericardium removal.

Hopefully Gabriel won’t have another flare, and perhaps this is all just precaution. At the same time, I have been preparing myself for the fact that he may very well have to have it done, though I pray he won’t. At least we are one step closer to hopefully finding some answers to the symptoms that are baffling his doctors, and stressing his body out.

 

 

 

My Big Fat Life – Dating Men

In Uncategorized on January 5, 2015 at 5:45 am

Dating men.

Years ago when I used to date men my friends would find my dating stories entertaining. Not because they were good, but because my dates were bad. Very bad. From the guy who came up behind me and grabbed my hips while thrusting into me (I had innocently bent over a display in the store… yes, he did this is public) to the guy who tried to convince me that God didn’t want him masturbating so he needed me to give him a hand job. It seemed my dates were more set ready for a comedy tour than to set the stage for a successful relationship. For the record both of those were first dates.

Dating women seemed to be easier in a lot of ways because we communicated in a very personal way. We would spend the first hour of a conversation learning about each other. Our favorite colors, band, movie, where we grew up and all of that basic information we talk to people we are interested in getting to know better. Men, however, have proved to be a different experience.

Since I started to date men again, I’ve been on a few dates.  A sad majority of them have been listening to people tell me what a rotten awful person their ex is, and/or how they are just looking for a good time. One guy spent an hour telling me how wonderful he was, and another showed up looking NOTHING like his profile photo (this is also the guy who also informed me in the middle of dinner that he was too distracted by my breasts while looking at me, to even look me in the eyes while talking). Since a majority do seem to want to talk about their ex, I’ve I considered starting my own mobile dating crisis counseling service. Possibly setting up an app that allows guys to book a date with me. Payment in form of dinner, and random compliment not related to my breasts.

*make note to invest in tacky shirt that says “My other eyes are green” *

Now… I am not trying to make men seem shallow. I don’t believe they all are. I just simply have had some pretty bad experiences. In part because I guess I expect men to communicate the same way I would if I were interested in getting to know someone. I know I wouldn’t spend time starting at their chest, and I certainly wouldn’t spent the first 45 minutes of being in their presence talking about how awful my ex is. I just wanna know what your favorite pizza is, and if you can tell some stellar jokes.

I’ve made a big change in dating, and I expected it would be a learning curve. I’ve gotten to sharpen up my listening skills, and that’s always a good thing, right?  I guess a part of me is still just confused about the communication piece. Or maybe I’m not, and I still don’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to take the time to get to know me as a person or involve in a two way conversation over dinner. Is it really that hard to ask someone what their favorite color is?

Green.

So here I am on this adventure changing my whole way of life. So far it’s been interesting, and not exactly in the best way. But I guess it is all how you look at it, so maybe I will start writing a comedy sketch or shopping around for reality shows that might want to follow an out of the closet heterosexual, who is raising 4 boys on her own as we weave our way through the medical journey of one. TLC might be in the market now that Honey Boo Boo is off the air.

I know the differences between how men and women communicate is usually pretty different. I get that. Despite knowing this, I am still holding to my desire that someone might find me fascinating enough to want to know what my favorite flower is. If I don’t, I may start to ask people to sign releases and my dating life may soon be coming to a stage near you.

I’ll call it the Diaries of Dating: A One Woman Show. It’ll tour for one date only. I’ll whine about my ex for the first 45 minutes of a set, and then get too distracted by my own breasts to continue talking while looking at the audience.

I think I have the perfect shirt to wear for this.