The "Love Nazi"

Lemme put this first: If you're a fan of the show "Seinfeld", ya get the title of this bit of bitterness. If not, Google the "Soup Nazi" episode. Good stuff!

Soooo.........about 4 months ago I started dating this guy. We'll call him "SG." We've known each other for about 13 years. He's tall, built, funny, sweet, good-looking..........just a doll. Prior to us dating, we had not seen each other in about 2 years. He lives about 2 hours away from me so we hadn't run into each other in some time. Through mutal friends, he found out that I was divorced and vice versa.

"SG" calls me up one Sunday, outta the blue. He was in town for a football game and wanted to know if I could meet up for a drink after the game. I had plans that evening and declined the drink offer. He called me a few times that week we made plans to go out. That Thursday he drove up to take me to dinner. As soon as we saw each other.......BOOM! Instant chemistry. After our first date it was all over for both of us. We were smitten.

Despite the distance, "SG" and I saw each other as often as we could. At least every weekend. He made me laugh, was extremely romantic, treated me like a princess, and gave me "butterflies." He would do the sweetest things for me: leave me Hershey's kisses in places he knew I'd find them, leave me cute cards, make smiley faces outta cotton balls in the bathroom in the morning before he left.........he was wicked thoughtful. He made me smile in a way that I hadn't smiled in a VERY long time. I was beyond happy and fell in love. As did he...or so I thought.

"SG" and I became serious quickly. We'd known each other a long time. He spent Thanksgiving with my family and I met his family at Christmas. Everything seemed to be going perfect. We both had "life" stresses: money, work, etc. but we communicated and helped each other with things. Then in February, just before Valentine's Day, we had our first fight. THAT did it.

Huh? A fight ended the relationship? WTH?! EXACTLY!!!!!! I'm still trying to figure it all out. Long story short, he came down on a Saturday & we had plans to see a band that he's friends with. I wasn't feeling well and told him to go without me and take one of his friends. He made plans and off he went. He said he wouldn't be home late. I went to sleep and woke up around 2am. I hadn't heard from him since around 9pm so I shot him a text. Nothing for an hour. Sent him a few more texts in the next hour or so. Nada. I was a bit worried. I knew he was gonna have a few cocktails and wondered if something happened. About 4:45am he finally calls.....drunk. I was pissed. Very disrespectful. I basically left his bag by the door and told him to leave the key to my house on the table and split. When he showed up at my house, I had calmed down a bit. I told him he could sleep on the couch & we would chat the next morning. I guess I really pissed him off 'cause he left the key, split, and that was it.

Now I fully realize I over-reacted when I told him to leave the key. My bad. That being said, he didn't think he did anything wrong. We spoke the next day and he was nursing a very bad hangover. Appologies were exchanged and I thought all was good. Not so much. After the fight his whole attitude changed. It was like I was dating a different person. He no longer had time to talk, his sweet text messages stopped, and he was just too busy & stressed to take time for me.

Being 41, having dated lots, and having been married twice, I GET when someone is trying to blow me off. I asked him if we should slow down, date & see other people, etc. He said nooooo.........he loved me and wanted to just see me. He just didn't know how to juggle everything. I tried to give him space, was understanding, and didn't push him. Three weeks went by and his personality was still off. It was like the fight turned him into someone different. Hell, ya have to have a fight once in awhile to maintain a good relationship!

I tried to leave myself open to him but was continuously brushed aside. He was just too busy for me. YET........he didn't wanna break up. FINALLY I said what he didn't have the balls to say and we ended the relationship. He said that the fight made him realize how busy he really was and how he didn't have time for a relationship. WHAT?! 'Cause he had the same schedule when we first started dating but all of the sudden he's too busy? Wow. THAT hurts. I don't get how you love someone then all of the sudden you find out they aren't perfect and BOOM.........DONE. I can't just cut my emotions off like that. Not cool.

Yet ANOTHER heartbreak. As we all know, I was left pretty broken after my divorce and finally trusted someone again and I get the boot after a fight?! I know, I know.............makes my head hurt too. Crushing, truly.

The lesson here is that I guess it's good we ended it sooner than later. I mean, if ya don't have the balls to go a round with me and have a fight, then you definitely don't have the set to date me. It's not like I presented myself as an angel in white with a halo. Ya KNOW what you're getting with me. If I'm anything, I'm honest and don't hide my personaility. It's not like I shocked the man. Damn!

So I move ahead with my life with one more scar on my heart. What can ya do? All I can do is keep going and say............ "No soup for you! NEXT!!!!!!!!!"