Yes, I had a long term friend. She was smart, happy and outgoing and in a stable (so she thought) long term relationship with her boyfriend. We used to get together often, have lots of fun and lots of laughs and do lots of silly things. We had a lot of friends in common too and we were all broke. This friend of mine was very beautiful, kind of like a young Brooke Shields, whereas I’m more of a plain Meg Ryan type.
One day, she came to me sobbing saying that her longtime boyfriend decided that he “needed space” but had no explanation for why, because they seemed so happy together and had been together for about 8 years. Turns out that he decided he wasn’t really interested in being in a “real” relationship, and that he was planning to move to another city to take a very high paying job. She knew about the potential of this job, but she didn’t want to move to that new big city, because her roots and her ties were in our smaller city. So he moved, and she was going up there every weekend to see him, when she found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her, with this young woman (who was described to me as being a dirty biker chick) I saw the woman later, and that description was fairly accurate. I think it rocked her to her core that the man she loved was replacing her with her exact opposite.
Anyway, she went through a year of agony over this guy, whether or not they would get back together or not, and I was there for her during that whole time, while she cried, asked for advice, cried, cried and cried. Ultimately, the boyfriend told her he wanted to break up for good.
Then, for the next 8 years or so, my friend probably dated 100 or so guys, mostly one date and that was it, 2 long term (but ultimately unsucessful) relationships. She had a taste for men that was very specific: they had to be in a high socio-economic status, they had to have a certain “look” which included being at least 6ft. 2 inches (she was 5ft. 8 and would not even look at a medium height or short man). And he had to live near the beach.
It was at that point, that I realized how shallow she was. She needed a man, but that man had to be “perfect” in her mind. But perfect often comes wrapped in an ugly wrapper. The first long term boyfriend (6 months) she chose was a guy who looked like Eric Clapton. Too me, Eric Clapton is a good looking guy, but that is not the only reason you should choose to date someone. He also had lots of money, and lots of rich friends (which was at first a plus for her) guess what? This guy, at a party he had invited her to, wandered off into the yard, and my friend dame upon him making out with one of his rich female friends. She should have told him off right then and there, and fled, but she went home with him anyway, did the dirty and stayed with him for another whole week, before HE dumped HER.
The next guy she picked also fit her physical and monetary checklist. Just one small problem, this guy was still married to a mutual friend of hers and had just had a baby with his wife. The dude complained that his wife was cold and boring, and he confessed that he had always had a crush on my friend (pretty much every guy I knew had had a crush on her, because she was so pretty, but she wouldn’t go for any of them, because they didn’t fit the criteria). But she bought the line about “the wife doesn’t understand me or treat me well” and they hooked up and dated secretly for about a year. When the wife finally found out, she was furious. My friend gave the guy and ultimatum, either he get a divorce and stay with her or else she would have to cool it with him. He gave her the ultimatum that if she left him to cool off, then it would be over, he said it was a long drawn out process to get a divorce. Oddly enough, he was divorced and re-married to another friend in their circle within 6 months.
In the meantime she was serial dating, and became grouchy, rude and careless. She would make plans with me, and then break them at the last minute on a regular basis. On one of the few times we did get together, with some mutual old friends (all of us poor) she happened to be in the middle of one of these “longer term relationships” and all she did the whole time she was with us, was talk to him on the phone.
Then she hooked up with this other guy, the man she would ultimately marry. She went out with him for 3 years, and never introduced me to him. I think she didn’t want to introduce me to him, because the last guy she was in a long term with, that I met, was the dude who made out at the party. I met him the night before that party, and was being nice and said what a cute couple they were, and even took a picture of them together when we were having dinner. The next night he made out with another woman, I think subconsciously she thought I had jinxed her relationship. I’m mean puuuuleaaaase!
So after 3 years of hearing how amazing Rob was, over and over and over, she invited me to go out to dinner, just the 2 of us, because we hadn’t done it in over a year. So I get to the restaurant, and she sheepishly announces that Rob got off work early and was going to meet us there. So I meet Rob, and I’m thinking this dude looks kind of weird, not the usual type of guy she went for, this guy was kind of a rockabilly hipster dude, but he was tall and made lots of money. He had had a bad day at work and spent the whole time bitching and moaning about that. He seemed loud, and obnoxious, but she hung on his every word. After we finished dinner, I pulled out my wallet and he said, “No this is on me.” and then he pulled out some type of work receipt book and asked me to sign it. I didn’t know what it was, so I obliged. Turned out that he was USING me as if I was a client, for a tax write off.
After that incident, I became unavailable and busy any time she would contact me. For years and years, we had planned her big, fat, fancy wedding (even though she didn’t have a guy to marry) and when this guy finally, after 4 years asked her to marry him, she sent me a very odd, informal card (she was very traditional with the calligraphy and the sealing wax) card saying she was gettin’ hitched. I sent her a very nice letter saying how happy I was for her. Never heard from her again, and didn’t get invited to the wedding. In the olden days, I was probably going to be one of her bridesmaids, but I figure I didn’t make the cut. Didn’t have the look or the money. But she got what she wanted, a MAN. Even though I thought he was a complete douche bag.
That was about 12 years ago and I’ve never seen or heard from her since. Now I realize that I was just a fun person to play with, until her real life started. I was not suitable for her real life.
The only thing that bums me out, is that we really were good friends, when we were both poor and she was content with her lot in life. But I found out that she couldn’t be without a man, and finding a man became her sole purpose in life, but it didn’t help matters that she looked down upon a lot of men that were perfectly good men, because they didn’t have the look or the amount of money that she deemed necessary. She actually broke the heart of one of our mutual (poor) friends. She had kind of led him to believe that they might have something special, he was tall and sweet and he had loved her for a long time. So they went out, on what he thought was a date, he professed his feelings for her, and she told him that he wasn’t suitable. Later she told me, that she thought it was odd that he thought they were on a date. They took an evening stroll together, to the beach and a walk out on the pier after having dinner together! What else would he think??? That fellow was a good friend of mine, and it chapped my hide to think that she would do that to him, still makes me angry!