I did end up blocking the reader who asked me out, but it was not because I was angry. I am protective. I wanted my bubble back. I didn’t owe her anything, and felt like she was controlling me. It was not subtle. Two weeks ago she invited me to a concert, and I said, “I’m really not a concert person.” She invited me to so many concerts that we’d be scheduled two months out before we’d even met in person if I’d said yes to any of them. I realized the situation wasn’t fixable, and took my leave. I don’t give my energy to people who haven’t done anything to deserve it. She was a fan that came in hot, the Disneyland dad of choices, but when I tried to introduce anything that involved something stable or relaxed it went unheard.
We’d only been chatting online for two weeks and I was already exhausted at having to be “the strong one,” and the killjoy. I didn’t perform excitement. I didn’t perform gratitude at being chosen. I just wanted to be in a space with someone and see if the connection was real, testing the waters.
She could have said, “concerts are a big part of my life. What would make a good one for you?”
People who don’t know me would assume I meant all concerts all the time. What I meant is that I love Eminem, but you couldn’t pay me to go to a show. It is a sensory nightmare for which I’m just not built. I wouldn’t risk that level of destabilization unless Kendrick Lamar invited me personally.
And even then I would be backstage.
I come from true ensemble culture. You want the lights, I want the scaffolding.
You watch the show. I was in the punishing environment it took to create it. Personalities weren’t always demanding, but the work is.
And for the rest of my life, I’ll be able to say that my voice has been trained by the same man who trained Beyonce, because I’m not interested in lights and fame, I’m interested that we both had Mr. Seible in different contexts. She was in his class in high school, I went to Bering UMC for a while.
I don’t want tickets to Beyonce. I want coffee with her, too.
I never ran into her, but we’re close in age and just missed each other. She started the semester after I’d transferred to Clements. I’m older than she is, and she actually left HSPVA because she didn’t want to continue classical training. I continue to be devastated that it did not work out for her.
I thought it was interesting that she didn’t want to know what I actually did like seeing….
Jazz on U Street where there’s no pretension. You buy some drinks, you get a show for free. It’s intimate and immersive. And even if she wasn’t a jazz fan, that’s the kind of concert I like. Small. Human-sized. Probably acoustic. Probably classical because classical lends itself to small spaces.
Alternatively, I think the best concerts happen in places like:
- Portland Zoo
- Wolf Trap
- Miller Outdoor Theater
So, when Tiina said, “she should have asked what would make a good concert for you,” I realized that I was walking toward the wrong kind of fire. That I wanted intensity, and I already had it. But it’s the right kind, the kind where you know you’re safe….. and the marshmallows are right over there.
I crave love and attention from women, but I don’t perform femininity. Not bending toward the other person’s needs and adjusting is something that happened in real time instead of in retrospect. It’s also not possible for me to feel that role anymore, because I’ve had it and it didn’t fit, so it fell away. I don’t fit in that mold anymore.
I was never performing polyamory for Zac and Aada, that’s how the architecture of my brain works. Zac and I were romantic. Aada and I were not. But I didn’t look at that and say “Aada means less.” “Friendship” is not the right word for us. You cannot even fit it into one word. It’s distributed cognition. Half my brain walked out recently and it’s not pretty. I didn’t keep a promise I made to her because she didn’t keep any of mine. She was flat out using me with absolutely no qualms about it. I married the idea of Aada, promising to love her and keep her no matter what that meant. That it was just cool she was willing to be in my life at all. There was no reciprocity between us and narcissist or not the consequences were the same. I didn’t learn to tolerate Aada’s behavior from her. It’s a lineage of begats.
So I was not looking forward to a repeat:

I never told Lisa I was poly, I just assumed that if she was reading my blog she already knew. We never discussed it because she was trying to claim me. She did not say, “I want you to be my everything,” she offered emotional intensity and planning in the first conversation that would have scared anyone, because it’s like, “you don’t even know if you like me yet. How are you so sure?”
She was fishing for someone who would fit her script, and when I didn’t do it, I all of the sudden had a lack of empathy.
I have plenty of empathy. I will bleed out for the right people, the right causes.
I don’t when it doesn’t fit.














