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Color Blind

Color Blind

I was recently talking to my friend Allen about relationships. Allen has this amazing ability to peg a guy as a match for me; or an utter mistake. He said something that really struck me, though.
“I’m always right on the mark with you. So, why is it that when it comes to my own love life, I’m utterly blind?”
That got me to thinking. I recently wrote a piece titled, “Size Matters”. Based primarily around core relationship ideals. How important it is to identify what we need in our relationships, to feel safe. To be happy. So, why is it that that knowing what my needs are, I’m willing to overlook these things for “the illusions”??
American culture has driven home this ideal that we need to have a ‘happily ever after’ in order to be complete and fulfilled. And, I have found myself driven by the obsession to date guys that are metaphorically, ‘the perfect package’ to achieve this ideal of ‘happily ever after’, Guys with whom I have absolutely nothing in common with, beyond good looks.
So, who is Prince Charming…to you?
Does he really need to have the perfect body? Or, that girthy cock and bubble butt?
Sure. Good looks get you in the door.
But, that’s not gonna get you through the long haul. Not with me, anyways.
If I don’t have a soul connection. The signs are going to be abundantly clear.
I realize this is a really simple concept to say out loud. My Ma was preaching it to me since I was a boy. “It’s a person’s heart. Not their looks!:” But, lets face it. We are all attracted to pretty things. And I have been no exception.
I admittedly dated guys who I found to be gorgeous. And when we didn’t click. When the signs were glaring blatantly, that things weren’t working. I was determined to paint those “red flags”, green.
That’s kinda like trying to take a gorgeous car with a burnt out engine, on a long distance vacation. What’s gonna happen when you get out on the freeway? Signs are gonna start flashing: Check engine! Check oil!
Just like when you start dating that gorgeous guy, and things are clearly not working. There’s a little lying. Maybe a little misconduct. But you’re so fixated with getting to ‘happily ever after’, you completely overlook the signs.
So, you continue going down the freeway in this gorgeous car, with the burnt out engine; ignoring all the flashing signs…And, before you know it, you are pulled over on the side of the road. And the vacation is over with, before it’s even begun.
And those were my relationships. Over with…before they’d even begun.
I needed to get honest with myself. My motives. And, with the dynamics of my relationships. Cuz I already know exactly which “type” of guy works for me in a dating situation. And, I know the ’type’ who doesn’t. But, I am easily blinded by beautiful men. And, I have this brilliant ability to take red flags from a partner, and paint them green.
I write for freedom. Not to look cool. So, I’ll admit this, openly:
I am blinded my men that look amazing next to me. Or, a guy who makes my toes curl when we fuck.
But, how the hell are amazing orgasms and pretty selfies going to give me a lasting, healthy relationship??
Have you ever been blinded by physical appearances in a guy? Or, the pretty things he buys you? Or, the way he pounds you out with his hot cock? Or, the idea of the two of you in your perfect wedding photo? Even when there are problems coming up from the beginning, that clearly show you he’s not the one?
If you’re spending more time trying to paint red flags, green…Trying to excuse behavior that is making your heart sick..
There’s a problem.
But, there’s also a solution.
Getting past physicalities…what qualities in a guy, leave you breathless?
I love a man who is passionate about his beliefs. I love a man who is driven and intelligent. I really love men who don’t crave limelight. Because I kinda do. So, it balances me to be with someone who isn’t a public figure. I love playfulness. Affection. A man who isn’t afraid to tell me I’m acting a fool. I respect that.
So, I gotta start paying closer attention to the things that really turn me on…about his soul.
And its important to remember:
Take a look at what’s really happening in the relationship. Not what you want to be happening.
Don’t be color blind…like me.
I find myself saying this in almost every piece I write:
This is not a rehearsal. This is life. And, it’s passing us all really quickly.
I’ve wasted too much time dating the illusion.
Maybe I didn’t think I was worthy of anyone with substance. And, I was acting with shallow motives, so that’s all I was getting. Today, I’m ready for a guy who comes to me with green flags. And see where that takes me.
It’s taken a while to discover that I’m worth it. But, I believe that I am.
And, if you can relate to any of this…I suspect that if you take a look at how special you are….you’ll probably see that you’re worth it, too!


 never was much of a size queen. Until recently. So, what happened?
It all started with the sex ideal.
Now for those of you who aren’t familiar with the sex ideal…The sex ideal is not written exclusively about our sex conduct. Its about our conduct in our relationships.
This is what a thorough sex ideal consists of:
What kind of a partner do I want to grow to become in an ideal relationship?
What do I need from my partner, to feel safe and loved, in my relationship?
That is serious stuff, we’re getting into. So, its obviously paramount to write ideals that are realistic, and attainable.
My ideal tells me that my #1 need from my partner:
To feel nurtured and loved.
Given my history. That’s not a huge surprise. I grew up with an abusive father who never loved me.
So, here’s the story:
At the time that I wrote my sex ideal, I was dating a really sweet guy, who lived in another city.
Though, the distance between us was only 120 miles. This was my first out-of-city relationship.
And 120 miles is quite a bit, for a guy like me.
Ideally, I like to hang with my guy 2-3 times a week as we are dating and getting to know one another. As the relationship evolves into something more serious, I like to see him more often.
But, because my boyfriend worked 40 hr/weekly and rarely got 2 days off in a row. We were seeing one another several times a month.
I could navigate that. However, I had to acknowledge that because he and I didn’t get to see one another as regularly as “same city” couples did. Staying connected via text, phone call, FaceTime, etc was important to me.
So, I put that out to him.
I told him, “It really makes my day to receive a text from you. And it helps bridge the gap between us, in proximity.”
I asked if texting one another to stay connected, was something he was cool with. “Of course”, he told me.
But, as time progressed. As I became more invested in the relationship.I noticed that almost every text that I received from him, was simply a response to texts that I had initiated.
I also noticed that I was having to make all of our plans.
Figuring out what days he had off. If I was coming to him. Etc.
He never offered to make those plans.
But, he would oblige when I asked. Sometimes, happily.
Sometimes, not. “I only get 2 days off a week. And, one of those days has to be for groceries and errands. So, my only other day off is spent traveling to see you.”
That stung. It made me feel like a chore. I began to feel sad.
This is a good place to pause.
People! Relationships are not all about a honeymoon. They are work. And, if one of you is happy to do the work. And, one of you is trudging through the work.
There’s a big problem.
And, if nothing changes….nothing changes.
It was painful for me to need to ask my boyfriend if he wouldn’t mind initiating a “Good morning” text, once in awhile. It was even more painful when he said “Sure”. And a week later, it ceased.
It was painful when I would text him and he wouldn’t respond at all. And, I felt like an idiot when excuses came in like, “I got distracted by other things.”
Another good place to pause, and ask this question:
Why do we ignore pain in a relationship? Even when it’s blatantly compromising our ideals? Diminishing our Light? Reducing our self worth?
This is the simple truth:
Constant pain in a relationship, is the warning that something is wrong.
And, I’m not saying he was wrong.
Just wrong for me.
There are plenty of “low maintenance” boyfriends out there, who don’t care if they receive a “Good morning,’ text form their partner.
There are also plenty of guys who don’t mind being the one who makes all the plans in the relationship.
And, there are plenty of men who love being the one who is constantly in pursuit of their partner.
But, I aint that guy!
I love being in pursuit of a man I am attracted to and have feelings for. And I don’t require it to be 50/50. But, I need to be pursued, as well.
My ideal tells me that at my core; I need a man who is demonstrative with his love. Especially, when we’re living over 100 miles away from one another.
But, I stayed with him. I grew depressed. And, often times..I felt pathetic for staying.
I lied to myself, over and over again.
I told myself, if I hold on. Maybe, he’ll come around.
You know that bullshit we tell ourselves?
“If I love you more..maybe you’ll love me a little.”
As I write this, I can’t believe my own behavior.
So Sick.
As an addict in recovery, I still require something with depth and weight to really knock some sense into me. For me to see things for what they really are. Not for what I’d like them to be.
By nature, I am blinded by:
As are all addicts.
And, so the Universe did for me, what I couldn’t do for myself.
LA Pride.
My boyfriend decided to go to Pride without me. He invited an out-of-state friend to hang with him.
I asked if I could join them. He told me he wanted it to be a “buddy” weekend.
I told him that Pride was a big deal to me. I also indicated that it hurt to be left out of what would have been our first Pride together. He told me, “You never conveyed that to me. So, how would I have known that?”
I blurted out, “You never asked.”
I was hurt. I immediately made work plans for myself in NYC, over LA Pride weekend. Just so I would be kept busy, and not need to sit home, focusing on the reality of the situation.
I did say to my boyfriend, the day before I left for NYC. “Can you please send me a text? Just a single text, once a day. I feel insecure with your being at LA Pride without me.”
“Of course I will.”, he assured me.
Thursday. Day before Pride weekend began, I received a sweet text from him.
Friday. Nothing.
Saturday. Nothing,
By Saturday evening, I was wrecked. I was trying so hard to focus on work in NYC. But, the hurt bled through. I cried.
We don’t admit it to ourselves, when it’s happening.
But, if you grew up, and were traumatized by abandonment.
The second you relive it. That little hurt child comes out in us all.
And I broke down. Sending him several texts, followed by a phone call.
Hours later. Literally 12am EST time. He called and apologized. He told me, “I’m sorry. It was 100% my fault. I got caught up.”
Gentlemen…and ladies.
If your man (or woman) is too “caught up” in Pride parties for 2 days, to give you a call or text…
And, If your ideal tells you that love and nurturing are your core needs..
It’s time to turn the fucking page.
If you tell your partner you’re falling in love with him (or her) and he replies, “I don’t know what to say.”
It’s time to bounce.
I can’t love you enough to make you love me a little.
I can’t suck you off enough times, to hold your interest. If it’s not there.
And, I’m not going to waste another moment of my life trying to…ever again.
My ideal tells me that I need love to be expressed to me in words and actions.
Because, I can be accountable to do the same, in return.
And, maybe your ideal tells you that your core need to feel loved is:
Financial support and safety
Independence and very little intimacy.
Sex, sex, and more sex
Sensitivity and compassion.
Whatever your ideals are. They do exist. So, identifying them is completely necessary in order to experience happiness and harmony in your  relationship.
And, equally as necessary:
Identifying when your ideals aren’t being met.
Becoming willing to walk away from something that isn’t healthy. Even when your heart is begging you to stay.
I left him. Maybe, A little late. But, better late than never.
I find myself saying this more and more often:
This is not a rehearsal.
This is life.
And life is short lived.
And, I fought too hard for my sobriety to be miserable in my relationship.
I am so thankful for this sex ideal.
I learned from it, that I need a man with a HUGE heart.
Because, I have a HUGE heart.
So, yes. When it comes to love…
Size matters!

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