Falling Out with Tall Guy

Things had been going AMAZING with the Tall Guy. He texted me by 4:30pm everyday when he woke up to go to work, texted me through work and even called me on his breaks. The texting stopped when I went to sleep and there was always one for me to wake up to. Tall Guy went to bed at the time I got up so a few sweet/sexy texts were exchanged while I was getting ready for work. Then, I would think about him all day. When he woke up he would let me know what he dreamt about me.

We saw each other every weekend and when we got together my breath was always taken away. It was all too much, too emotional. I felt like I was freaking 14 years old with my first crush ever. This was a powerful connection.

The Tall Guy sent me songs indicating that he loved me, wrote me long emails after we had spent hours together. I had never had a man spend so much time on me, show me so much affection...

I should have known it wouldn't last. After keeping this up for almost 3 months with Tall Guy things halted. He didn't ask me out the way he usually did so I asked if I could see him. With the explanation that he had chores to do, was hurrying through them to see me, I sat around... waiting. Nothing. For hours about when we get together. Around 10:30 pm I got ready for bed and called him. No answer. I slept terribly that night and woke up to no new messages or texts or emails. Something was very wrong.

All day at work I felt like I was sinking. How I had managed to become so emotionally entangled with a man that I had NO business dating was beyond me. Tall Guy had made me feel so spectacular that I temporarily ignored the fact that he was living with the girl he impregnated, who he claimed he had no relationship with. And stupid little me was on cloud nine ready to believe whatever he said.

I texted him asking what was wrong. It wasn't until later that night I got any answer. Mostly, Tall Guy was saying "Hey, you knew things were complicated..." I wanted to spit. Actually, I wanted to dismember him starting with his favorite appendage.

What I got was this email:

"The other night was kind of difficult for me. It was something that always happens when I date and something that I hate so very much. I did try to warn you as much as possible beforehand that it would happen, but when it does happen it sucks worse than a warning, I know.

What I'm saying is that this is going to happen from time to time where we have staffing emergencies and I have to work 7 days straight (it has happened more than a few times) and there are times where I am going to have to spend time with roommate in preparation for the baby. None of these things reflect on you or how I feel about you. These are just the limitations of my schedule and the demands on my time.

I expected you to express frustration about this, but not so soon. And it felt kind of like you might think there was another woman involved. Maybe I'm wrong. But there was: roommate's grandmother. She's a little too old for me, and all I wanted to do was get the hell out of there and see you. That was an impossibility, though, you have to understand. To say "Gee, grams, I'd love to sit here and address your concerns about how I am going to raise my child, your great grandchild, but I have a date," right in front of roommate. That might have sent the casual little truce I have at home into a horrible tailspin.

So all the warnings are past and now the reality of the situation is here. Is this something you can live with? There are going to be times where I am not able to see you. Especially when the baby gets here. I will always try my hardest to be as there for you as I can, but if you will be too unhappy with this and can't do it I will understand and not be mad. I know the burden is on you here."

Ummm... Gee, I wasn't concerned about you working too much, Tall Guy! I was upset by the sudden change in your communication. You know, the part where it ceased? That wasn't normal and I called you out on it. Don't try to make me feel guilty for wondering what the hell changed.