I recently discovered I have been investing my time in a carp.
I can’t say that I was dating a carp because there was so much grey area and vague communication from the other side that my only way to describe the interaction between this man and I would be to say I was investing MY time. Now you’re wondering … why would you be investing time in a carp, which would be a fish right? You are correct a carp is a fish, but a useless fish. One that when it is caught can basically serve a few purposes. The first to be left on the shore to rot and the other to be cut up and used for fertilizer in a person’s garden or for other fish to feed on. Due to the fact that I don’t have a garden, I have always left them on the shore to rot when I have gone fishing. Now when we are talking dating terms the same rule applies, USELESS.
Back to the carp. So I was investing my time in a man who was lacking communication, wasn’t sure after 3 months if he was into me and kept me a secret from those in his life. There was no intimacy on an adult level. There were several moments of me catching him in lies or false truths. He was really amazing at twisting situations to make it like I was the one who was misinterpreting things. He clearly was more interested in leaving his options open for the possibility at something better than taking a chance with me, and although I was able to see through it, I allowed myself to give him the benefit of the doubt.
My point in all this ladies is that there was never a kiss that took my breath away and gave me butterflies. There was never a desire to know him on a deeper level. I didn’t find myself laughing until I cried. He lacked the ability to keep up with my witty charm and at the end of our time together, I never found myself totally blown away because I had just had the time of my life. He looked good on paper. He was educated, we had the same belief system on spirituality, he had a strong sense of the importance of family, we had a ton of mutual friends, and there was the potential for him to be great. He just wasn’t. He was a carp. He preferred talking about how great he is and all the things he has going for him in life …which were very few. He never complimented me and never seemed interested in what I had going on in my life. So I decided to flush him.
It was time to get back to fishing. There are plenty of fish in the sea … good, yummy, pretty, useful fish. If you find yourself in this situation, remember lovelies; you deserve to be passionately kissed, you deserve to laugh, you deserve to be complimented and most of all you deserve to be bragged about to the world! You should never be a secret. A man should be proud to say he is dating you and you should know the definitions and lines of where you stand in each others lives.
If you find yourself in a similar situation, do like I did and FLUSH THE CARP!
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LOL!
The best. Girly-kinz, this is so cleverly pieced together, and HILARIOUS!
Keep ’em comin’ and if you don’t mind, can we post this on our OLC Artist Consoritum?
friggin awesome,
xoxo,
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Yes please feel free to post, the witty comes in spurts it seems.
Yes, flush the carp! But, flush him sooner! Really, three months? You are a far more tolerant and patient woman than I, Amia. I am glad you see your value and the lack of his!
I read a book that made me think a lot and this was the outcome. I’m not being specific, more generalizing for all the ladies that have had to endure this.
MEAN!!!! THAT GUY NEEDS TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND PUCH HIMSELF LOL….
Like it..now, write about the one that got away. It is another lifes lesson…right? 😉
That one is still being written, there are several stories to tell in that life lesson. Im hoping with a happy ending.