May
2006
Trainwreck - the prequel
We’ve all seen this. Girl meets jerk, girl falls in love with jerk, jerk dumps girl, girl meets good guy, girl leaves good guy and returns to jerk. Well guess who wants to ditch said good guy and return to the Costel? None other than our resident blonde.
I like Dana B. I really do. She’s fun to chat with, has a big heart, is great with kids and makes the best coffee in the world. She also had an ugly childhood and an alcoholic abusive dad, who always preferred her little sister over her - so I can see where she comes from. Yet I find myself fighting the urge to bang my head in the wall repeatedly when I see what she’s doing to herself.
The Costel somehow sensed her change. I swear, there must have been something in the Earth magnetism (or a disturbance in the Force) because they haven’t seen each other in months and she seems to have a good relationship with her guy on the exterior, so the mutual friends didn’t have anything to gossip about.
So out of the blue he calls her last night. At 2 AM. She answers (while the boyfriend is in the bed, next to her) and tells him to leave her alone. Not very convincingly, since he calls her 4 more times after that, telling her that he needs her, wants to get back in her life, yada yada yada. Boyfriend gets angry at the lack of ferm negative reaction to the repeated calls, dresses up and leaves to cool down for a few hours. Dana is left in the bed, wishing Costel would call just one more time so she could tell him not to abandon hope.
At this point the storytelling is interrupted by the boyfriend, entering room with a bag of cookies for her, and me with Dana A. go grease our eyes that got squeeky from all the rolling.
Oh, come on Ada. You don’t need to be a psychologist to understand that kind of attachment, be it from fear of abandonment, low self-esteem, or [insert disorder du jour here]. The flesh is weak, what can I say? Luckily for blondie, her dark-haired guardian angel will continue to reinforce her gentle disapproval, until she sheds her pavlovian earthly desires for the (well-endowed) brute. Worse yet, spring is in the air: time for the gazelles to frolic in the savannah, whilst the lions watch in wait. I’m sure glad my fiancee had frolicked enough in her younger years… I think. I hope. Uhmmm…. honey?
Cheers, not-so-raincouver (today)
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She does sound like she’s got issues, but then that’s why we have mental health professionals. Right, Andrea?
In a side note, my birthday is tomorrow so we were born only two days apart! (and 17 years)
Raincouver: I know why she does that. (”Women who love too much” - great book , btw) The wall banging comes from the fact that I cannot prevent it, since she knows perfectly well what’s in the store for her if she gets back to him - yet she just sighs and says “fate”.
Romerican - wish granted
Utenzi - she has me , the older psychologist and the psychiatrist. There’s no shortage of good advice. Happy almost birthday!
Thank you very kindly. That should teach me to post inflammatory remarks about folks I don’t know when the neighborhood is quiet and the 2-liter is empty. Glad I caught myself, even if belatedly. Even more glad you obliged me.
Thanks, Andrea!
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