When we last saw our heroine, (that’s me, in case you weren’t keeping up), she was feeling crushed at discovering this wonderful Christian guy, who had a sketchy past, well…let’s just say that he hasn’t put his sketchpad away yet.
So…in the interest of not writing this entire post in the 3rd person:
It happened to be about 4:00 am, when I made the discovery. I woke up in the middle of the night, as I often do, and looked at my phone. For some reason, I thought this would be the optimal time to check out his Facebook profile again. As I scrolled down further than I had the first time, I saw the incriminating pictures. You would have thought I was discovering information about a long-term boyfriend. I felt so betrayed and hurt, and started formulated how I would approach the subject with him. Surely, I was owed an explanation. That’s 4:00 am logic for you. Well, it’s my logic no matter what the time of day, given the right circumstances.
By the time I woke up for real the next morning, I felt a lot less upset. This usually happens. Sleep is one of the best HSP medicines I’ve found so far. I was disappointed, but not in the same way. I decided that I need not even seek out an explanation. It was clear: he had lied to me. So, no matter what excuse he offered, he was not the kind of guy I need in my life.
Later that day, or maybe a couple of days later, I peeked in on his Facebook page again. He had posted a couple of statuses about being all alone, looking for someone to share life with; looking for someone who won’t leave him. Heart. Melted.
“I want to share my life with you, Wounded Puppy Man!! I will never leave you! I will help you through all of your emotional woundedness!” Rest assured: that was an internal dialogue only.
This sent me into a melancholy tailspin. I just wanted to rush to him and take care of him and love him. Of course, once my emotions went there, there was no coming back. Fortunately, I was at work, so I had some sort of distraction.
Later that same day, he sent me a message out of the blue. I talk about that here.
We have not had anymore contact since that evening. I have looked at his page a few times, but I have no hopes at this point.
The thing that is so confusing is that he was so sincere in expressing his faith. And we did have an amazing conversation, as I speak of in Part 1 of this saga. Also, we had talked at great length about our past experiences. I told him about a period of time during which I was egregiously lied to – by another Wounded Puppy, no less. So much for the HSP’s ability to practically read other people’s minds and discern whether or not they are being sincere…
So, what are my takeaways from this silly, yet disappointing, waste of time and emotional energy? We’ll get to that next time.