Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I am so very sad to say that my sweet boyfriend who I have known for 8 years  is no longer mine. We broke up today. I met him at a club in 1999 in Adams Morgan. I was on the stage at this club and there was a guy on my ass and I didn’t want to dance with him, so I saw this other cute guy on the dance floor and said, "I love guys with glasses" and we started dating.

We ended "part one" in very angry terms and hadn’t spoken for 5 years. We never even ran into eachother although we had lived less than a mile a part!

One day in January I saw him at Dupont Circle and we didn’t talk, but acknowledged eachother. We mutually started lurking around one another’s myspace profiles and blogs and then started talking. We got along as friends at first, in "Part two," even better than in the beginning. We were both grown up, more mature, and completely over the nasty breakup and the bad bood between us.

During the high of having a great re-connection, he threw out the option of traveling for fun to some big cities in the US, and for fun, around the world. I took the bait and said yes to Rome.

We become romantically involved in a blissful relationship and had a very long and wonderful fantasy phase, brushing little things and red flags under the carpet to enjoy the bliss of the unique situation of having a "part two" and being so compatible in so many ways.

After I got Carmelita and our dogs fight…

After we started to see our true colors…

After we started getting more comfortable…

Things started to show and we started to notice tension and difficulty on personality differences…

I won’t divulge more about why we broke up… but I am DEVASTATED. We had so much potential and were so perfect together in so many ways. Unfortunately, we had some things that just didn’t fit right and instead of moving forward towards increased bitterness, resentment, and distance, we decided to talk and end it.

He wanted to work on it and I was just too tired from the drama of life outside of the relationship (physical injuries, new dog, family crisis) to want to fix it.

I’m so very sad to lose someone who was my best friend. I initiated the breakup, but I think that he and I both agree that it is for the better.

I love him dearly, more than anyone and I will always wonder what would have happened if I had the energy, patience and time to try to make it work.

You will see why Carmelita, my half Mexican Chihuahua powered, half Italian Greyhound fueled, dog-a-doodle-doo is the most

charming,

spunky,

rockadelic,

adorable, crotchety,

and

most smartest doggety dog in the world.

Did I tell you?

They found Carmelita. The dog was stolen and then found! Even with the great news of finding her, the family then decided they couldn’t handle her (pooping all over the house, aggressive) so they shipped her back to DC for me to take care of her…

My life is all about Carmelita now. Training her, walking her, feeding her, taking her to the vet, getting her pedicures (nails trimmed), stopping her from barking all night long and ultimately figuring out how I can train her to get along with my boyfriend’s dog.  Carmelita has attacked other dogs and has some aggression issues with people who wake her up.

The bad news is that Carmie’s first encounter with my boyfriend’s dog ended up in an ER visit, 4 stitches, and a 400 dollar vet bill! My man and I are anxious about the dogs because we want to live together, but they have to not kill each other while we’re at work.

Also, I have to find a way to train her to walk without pulling when she sees other dogs (and birds and ants and flies…) this is important because Carmie is making my carpal tunnel (in both arms) hurt SO badly that I have to take prescription anti-inflammatories and heating pads and am STILL in so much pain.

I need to sell or rent my place out, make some money, get rid of my credit card debt and move closer to work so I can walk the dog mid-day and balance the gym, work and dog.

So much work for such a little thing!