Papa Pump

When I met "Papa Pump" I was quite optimistic. I liked that he was my age and that we were into the same type of music.  He worked out regularly and was into body building.....mmmm I love traps.  Anyway, I'm getting off topic.  I was hopeful that he could get me off my but and back to the gym.   Mr. P was from back east, he had a strong personality like myself, which I loved.  He was also feisty with a sexy accent. He had been a professional umpire for 10 years, which prepared him for my potty mouth, crass humor and "curve balls" that I like to throw at people.  Essentially, it should have been a perfect match.

The first time I met him, he was full of compliments.  He showered me with kisses and kept telling me how good we look together and how we were going to "turn heads."  A little immature, but who cares. I was so emotionally starved that the attention was well received.  I needed this. I needed him.  

As the days went on, I started picking up on things that starting bugging me.  One, his roommates were female (not what your thinking, they were way older and um, cough! not attractive).  Who has "roommates" in their 40's?  Two, Mr. P had a degree in a really good field, but unfortunately, he had yet to pass the license to begin actually practicing in this field.  Three, Mr. P. was struggling financially and always talked about being broke. Third, he had a job that was obviously beneath him and one that even he admitted he was not proud of.   I instantly went into social work and probation officer mode and came up with a "life plan" for him. Unfortunately, he didn't agree with my plan or the fact that I even had a plan for him.  I can't help it. I am a nurturer and fixer. If there is a problem to solve (especially if it is not my own) I downshift until it is solved.  On several occasions when I suggested to help him study for the exam, he said that he felt like I was talking down to him and that it was emasculating to him. That definitely was not my intention but I could see where he was coming from.  Well, needless to say, this love connection did not last long.  I offered to help him one too many times I guess...he "unfriended" me from facebook.  I was hurt because one thing he always said was that he has remained friends with all his exes.  Ultimately, I decided that probably was the best way to end things.  There is absolutely no way for him to contact me....on the other hand, what a baby!  Stop procrastinating, get a life, your not getting any younger!  Ok, I feel better.....not really.