Thursday, February 27, 2020

Hearts and Thoughts

"I don't see her ever completely going away," the psychic tells me, concerning Billy.

My name is still on Billy's bank account.  The only way to remove it is for us to close the account and for her to open a new account on her own.  She usually has less than a $100 to her name. I have not pushed for her to start the process until recently.  Before, the switch would just complicate her already complicated life but I have come to realize there will probably never be a good time. It has been five months since the last time I saw her. Sunday we set up plans to meet.

Billy:  So I got my payments switched over.  So how about Thursday we go to the bank then grab something to eat?

Bathwater: Yes Thursday works for me.  Everything okay?

Billy:  Yeah you?

Bathwater: I am getting by.  Sometimes I am not sure where I am headed though.

Billy:  It's okay not to be sure.  We will talk more later this week.  Feel free to call me whenever.

Bathwater:  I am looking forward to seeing you.

Billy: I am too.

We received several inches of snow throughout Wednesday. When Thursday finally arrived, the temperature dropped and the wind picked up making the roads icy and being outside unpleasant.  I picked out a dark blue shirt and black pants for work.  I wanted to look good for our meeting.  I am not sure what it would achieve or whether Billy was thinking about how she would look, or whether she was as nervous about meeting as me.

We meet up out side a branch of her bank.  Billy came straight from work.  She wore a heavily stained khaki colored Carhartt jacket and pants.  Clothes bought for her by me over a year ago.  She is still thin.

We gave each other a quick hug before hurrying into the bank to get out of the cold.  An female employee greeted us and had us take a seat when we told her that we were there to close an account.  We shared pictures while we waited.  I showed Billy a picture of my youngest new bald head.  He shaved it last week after a home haircut gone wrong.  Billy showed me a picture of her bruised and bleeding thumb that she had hit with a hammer earlier in the day.

"Gosh Billy, your hands look terrible,"  I remarked.  Her hand were dry and calloused.  The hands of a construction worker.

"I know.  I have to start wearing gloves."

"I have been telling you that for ever!"

Closing the account went effortlessly.  Billy and I continued that catch up while the woman worked.  Our conversation comes easy, two friends falling into familiar patterns.  She tells me the latest on her job and I fill her in on dealing with my dad's estate.  We pick a restaurant across from the bank and once we order food we continue to talk.

Billy faced is thin and prematurely aging.  She does not smile while we are together, but occasionally I catch a glimmer of the playful lively girl I knew.  Often during the meal, I pause mid sentence to compose myself and hold back tears.  Billy was holding back tears of her own.

"I have gone out a few times," I say.  "But it doesn't go anywhere.  I still compare..."  My words trail off. 

Billy frowns.  "You always were picky."

She tells me it is okay not to know where you are headed.  She reminds me she doesn't know where she is headed.  I encourage her to find a doctor and just surrender to the process.  "It is time for you to think about yourself.  Just like it is time now for me to think about me."

"We should talk on the phone once a week," she tells me.

"I don't think your boyfriend would appreciate that."

"It doesn't matter.  He is young.  He doesn't understand."

"No you are right," I reply more animated than I intended.  "He will never know what we went through together.  He will never understand what it was like."

"Our time together was some of the best and the worst in my life," I tell her, rocking my hand back and forth to illustrate my point.  "They were never ordinary." 

Billy understands.  The same is true for her after all.  We lived on the edge, one step away from death or ruin, straddling ecstasy and pain until we cocooned ourselves together so deep we never saw what we were missing. Only my oldest readers remember those days.

Billy comes around to my side of the booth and holds me tight.  We are both crying now.  "I still love you as a person,"she says. "I want you to be happy."

"I care about you too, Billy.  I am always here for you."

She talks about hanging out together again.  I know she needs a friend.  Someone who understands her.  Someone who is there for her.  I am not sure that can be me.  Not yet.

I do hope she gets better, but she tells me she has to stop at the ATM after she leaves and I know, without asking, she will be heading into the city to buy her drugs after we say goodbye.  While I will go home and write this post and remember the girl she used to be.

I can't get my feet up off the edge
I kinda like the little rush you get
When you're standing close to death
Like when you're driving me crazy
Hold on as we crash into the earth
A bit of pain will help us suffer when you're hurt
For real 'cause you were driving me crazy...

I can't find the best in all of this
But I'm always looking out for you
'Cause you're the one I miss
And it's driving me crazy
, After Midnight, Blink 182

Tuesday, February 25, 2020


"What you need to do is build up your confidence.  I just don't see yet...anybody good coming in (to your life) yet." The psychic said, finishing our session.

  • a feeling of self-assurance arising from one's appreciation of one's own abilities or qualities

 It is easier to attract the bad ones.  I am attempting to at least temporarily, replace The Gymnast, . However the quality of girls I meet is declining.  I met with Maddy Sunday.  She is another girl looking for a mutually beneficial relationship.  Another girl from a broken home without a stable father figure.  She is twenty-three, heavier than I like and less refined but I am hoping she will not be need once the Gymnast returns.

Searching for someone to take care of my needs is frustrating.  Whether it is finding someone for a potential relationship or find someone for the night.  I don't get laid if I am not constantly on the lookout and I still like having sex.

I give Maddy a tour of my condo before we settle on the couch in the living room. Maddy is wearing a worn purple tie-dyed pull over hoodie and black leggings.  Her long curly blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail.  I turn on the big screen over the fireplace but our conversation keeps us from getting drawn into any shows.  She is short on time.  Part of me doesn't mind that.  There is little for us to do even though the February weather is mild and I am not that into her.

After a while, we head up stairs, undress and get under the covers.  She says my body is warm, usual it is the girl that is warmer than me.  I ask her if she is okay.  "Heck yeah," she says.  "You are hot."  All the yoga, weight training and other exercise is good for something.  I thank her for the compliment without giving her one in return.  I find her average and I am not big on false flattery.

It is our first time having sex.  I don't pull out the toys or throw her into multiple positions.  I take it slow and see what she is like.  She gets excited quickly during foreplay, it get me aroused and I enter her.  She cums once and I cum also a few minutes later.

After we are lying bed. She says, "You have a large dick." 

"Really?  I have not had any complaints but I think of myself as average." I reply.

She disagrees.

The Gymnast enjoyed sex with me too.  Both girls are more than half my age, that alone should be a confidence booster.  Still they do not take the place of a meaningful relationship.  Billy didn't care about my physical appearance or my bedroom prows. She was there for me.

Somehow I need to translate the confidence these encounters give me towards meeting someone age appropriate.  Someone I find interesting and attractive.  I have not figured that out yet.  On paper, as they say, I am mediocre.  I person, I am a cut above.  I need to remember that.

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Psychic Mumbo-Jumbo

Six months ago I went to see a psychic.  Since then everything she told me came to pass.  In addition she described Billy perfectly as being an addict without me ever mentioning it.  Here are few things she said.

Concerning Billy:  She has money issues and they won't stop anytime soon.  (Last time I checked Billy had $12 in her bank account).

I see doctors involved with her. (Billy never goes to the doctor but had the abortion in January).

I don't see this relationship ending any time soon (Billy and the new guy).  Emotionally protect your heart. 

Your father's health is fragile (she went on to describe congestive heart failure) and you will be the one taking care of him.

She also described my trip to China as being something I do occasionally and that I would be stay on the water.  It was a city and hotel I have never been to before and it was on the water.

Monday I went to see her again.  She did not have any good news for me. She said, Billy will continue being Billy.  The new boyfriend is not clean.  He does not do heroin but he will take the occasional pain pill and not think anything of it (obviously he does not understand her addiction).

Is there someone coming into my life anytime soon?  I don't see anyone good.

She said Billy and I will continue talking (Billy wants to go to dinner next week) and that she doesn't see her completely going away.

I feel like I am doing the right things for the wrong reasons.  I am doing yoga and just started with a personnel trainer and there is book club.  I don't enjoy these things the way I should.  I don't want to go backwards and I don't see where I am going.  I am supposed to be experiencing the present.  The present is lonely.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Yoga at the DIA

I parked the Jeep on the street outside the DIA (Detroit Institute of Arts).  It is Saturday morning.  I am dressed lightly, totally unprepared for the twenty degree temperatures and the arctic wind.  They have a new fancy way of paying for parking using a kiosk along the curb but the damn thing was not taking my credit card.  Luckily Tinkerbell, her boyfriend and the T-Rex arrived at the same time and were parked a few spaces away.  Tink's boyfriend put his card in the kiosk for me.

"Why do we have to go all the way downtown to do yoga?"  I ask Tinkerbell a few days earlier.  "Have you even done yoga before?  My yoga studio is much more convenient."

She as assured me that it would be more fun doing yoga in the great hall in the art gallery.  I had my doubts.  The T-Rex was even less enthusiastic.  It is a good way to get people down to the art gallery but in February?  The non-profit who organizes the events does a good job.  They are a mobile studio and they organize events in various locations around the city.  It is a great way to introduce a different crowd to these locations and give access to yoga to a different crowd.

That's me stretching my arms in the center

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Lost and Found in Glitter

I have been putting together my old posts from prior blogs into a memoir format.  I think they string along without much need narration.  I am not sure if it would actually have an audience though.  If you like the writing here please go take a look and provide me with some feedback.  I have posted the first 5 parts on Wattpad.

Lost and Found in Glitter

In case you are wondering, that image was taken at the Penthouse Club in Detroit and yes that is Billy on a side stage.  She was so beautiful.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Massage Story

I reached out to Rose Monday.

Me: You want to hangout sometime?

Rose: Yes please.

Me: Do you have anything in mind or would you like to just hangout?

Rose: Want to get a couples message with me?

Me:  Yesss!  That sounds like a perfect idea.

I made some last minute calls and scheduled a couples massage for the next day, two days before Valentine's day.  Most places were booked.  I scheduled time at a place neither of us were familiar with.

It is a small place located in a strip mall.  The waiting area is decorated in dark peaceful colors. Four or five chairs fight for space with a silver reception desk. To the left of the desk, a brown curtain divides the front from the back area.  The back area consisted of five small rooms.

When I arrive, the receptionist hands me a three page questionnaire to complete.  Rose showed up on time.  I give her a quick hug when she enters.  She smells strongly like weed. She receives her own questionnaire and finishes it just in time for us to head to the back.  Two masseuse lead us back to the farthest room where two massage tables were strategically positioned diagonally opposite to each other.

Rose's masseuse is a tall male in his mid thirties with a shaved head.  He is dressed in pants and a tee shirt.  My masseuse is a pale young female in a hoodie.  They leave us a moment to undress and get under the covers.

Though we are not a couple, Rose and I are comfortable getting undressed in front of each other.  She is wearing a midriff baring tee shirt over leggings.

"Don't judge me," she says while we are getting out of our clothes. "I didn't have any underwear on so I had to grab a pair out of my gym bag and stuff them in my pocket."  I just shake my head.

I don't stare at her while she undresses, not that she would mind.  I do catch a few glimpse.  He body is perfect.  She fell on an ice patch and has been away from the gym for a few weeks.  It has only improved her figure giving it a softness the weight lifting takes away.

Rose enjoyed her massage  "I almost fell asleep," she tells me.  My masseuse had the boniest fingers I have ever felt and I like bony girls.  She dug her spikes into me creating pains where there were none before.  When she got to my left shoulder I had to tell her to back off.  I did not enjoy it at all.  I would say it was the worst massage I have had.  Every time she start a back and forth motion the table would wobble.

The good thing is they were not expensive.  I have paid more for one massage than both cost me.  After, we went to a Qdoba style eatery and caught up.  I updated her about dad's death and the latest with Billy.  We talked about Rose's younger sister who is about to have a baby.

After the quick meal, we sit in the Jeep and continue our conversation.  Rose says she wants to hang out more.  I am not sure if she wants to hang out as friends or something more mutually beneficial.  It is hard to tell with her.  She is never straight forward and I don't ask.

I like Rose.  She is mindful and socially responsible, but she thinks differently than most people.  I like to say she is a sociopath (she denies this) or perhaps just emotionally damaged. She has a fondness for me, rooted in the positive impact I made on her years ago when we met in the strip club.

 "I will never forget what you said to me once,"  She says, then recites back words I said to her long ago.  "Rose your life is a book full of blank pages.  You write what you want the story to be."

Wednesday, February 12, 2020


Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth
Heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt
How am I the lucky one
I do not deserve to wait around forever when you were there first

First, Cold War Kids

Billy texted me this morning.   She was pulled over by the cops Monday and went to jail.  Billy has warrants on her from past drug offenses.  She she skipped out on probation.  It has been six years. She did not have any drugs on her Monday, that in itself is surprising, and I paid off all her court cost and fines back in December (over $3000) so the judge let her go and closed out her case.

She got very lucky.  She would be in jail today if not for me.  She texted me to thanked me.  She no longer has these warrants hanging over her head.  She no longer has to worry about going to jail if she gets pulled over for a traffic ticket or gets involved in a car accident.

I am happy for her.  I think the things happening to her now could give her that push she needs to get clean.  I just wish I felt happy.  The news today has tipped me backwards.  It made me sad.  Like breakdown in tears sad.  Years ago I would be on anti-depressants, attempting suicide or in the mental hospital about now.  I am stronger in that respect.  Just not much.

I paid those fines and so many other things for her so we could have a life together.  Not so she could have a life with someone else. From the outside, her life is moving forward and things are only getting better for her.  I don't see the struggles.  When will mine?  Will my time come?  I do want her to succeed. I want her to get clean and be happy.  I just always wanted it to be with me.  Maybe I no longer want to be a part of her struggles to get clean.  Maybe my part is over.  

I have been saying, everything is happening for a reason.  Is that the truth or a cop-out to explain away the bad.  I don't know anymore.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

See What I Want You To See

My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey..

Thank You, Dido

You hear what you want to when you lesson to a song.  Guess I relate more to the thunder and rain behind the lyrics in the Eminem sampling on his song Stan

I am smiling on the outside but on the inside I am sad.  My father's death and my conversations with Billy have left me frantically looking for some human contact.  I still want to avoid working on myself and spend too much time seeking a distraction.  I am constantly struggling with how I see myself and how the world see me.  It doesn't sink in that neither is who I am.  

I am wasting too much time on this pursuit and neglecting things I need to be focusing on like work.  The only thing I have managed to keep up on is my exercise though it is hard to get out of bed. I am only partially doing the exercising for my health.  In part, I am still creating this image of myself I want to the world to see, as if I can control how others see me. 

I have to cut this short.  I am neglecting work.

Friday, February 7, 2020

On The Horizon

I have been watching the gymnast's posts on Instagram as she makes her way through Europe.  She spent the first week in Amsterdam and is now in Germany.  She does not post often but when she does they are playful and fun.  I am glad for her.  I only wish she was not going to be away for three months.  I have been making attempts to meet people on Bumble and Plenty of Fish but to be honest, no one strikes my interest.  I find myself going back to Seeking Arrangements and looking for another Gymnast.

My conversations with Billy always set me off in the wrong direction.  Suddenly I find myself racing to keep up with here in some marathon toward happiness.  In reality I should be happy already.  My life is calm and I have the ability to enjoy the experiences that come to me. 

Billy isn't happy. Her life is not better since she left me.  She is no closer to being happy.  She is in the same predicament different house. Tinkerbell said, "She is with Walmart and you were Target."
She may have fallen in love with someone else but it has not brought her closer to the life she dreams about.  That life is still a long upward climb.

Despite the break-up, the mysterious pains in December and my father's death I have managed to  do more than sit around.  I started yoga and I am in better shape than I have been in 35 years. I have more disposable income and I met the Gymnast, who is a lot better in bed than Billy.  Who knows when she returns, she may still want to go to Vegas with me too and we may just pick up where we left off which would be fine with me.

Still, Billy leaving strikes directly at the core of my issues and I am not sure why.  Whenever I have been left by a woman someone better has come along.  When my ex divorced me, I ended up meeting Tinkerbell.  Tinkerbell has become like family and I know she will always be there for me.  When Tinkerbell and I broke up I met Billy and although it was a struggle at first, I loved being with Billy and our time together really healed me.

Looking back I am glad I got divorced.  I am glad Tinkerbell and I are friends and not lovers and I am glad I am not dealing with Billy and her addiction.  Someone better is on the horizon.  It just takes time. I need to remember that.

Thursday, February 6, 2020


I removed the futon from the basement.  It is uncomfortable and takes up a lot of space.  Space I would like to use to workout.  My initial plan was to get Max (my youngest) to help lug it out to the curb but when Tinkerbell heard of my plan, she decided she would like it.  Last night Max and I lugged it over to here condo and I set it up, including modifying the side legs. 

Tinkerbell strives to reduce her environmental foot print.  When she is doing something she takes it to extremes.  She never sits still.  It is a trait that I have always seen in her.  I think it stems from a lack of desire to self reflect and face her issues.  Anyway, against my warnings she decided she wanted to the futon.

Her black kitten curiously circled me while I worked at tightening bolts.  When my phone rang I ask her son, The T-Rex, to see if a name appeared.  It was Billy.  I didn't answer.  It was not the time for a long drawn out conversation.  I did call her back once I was home and settled in for the night.  She was driving.  Our last text message conversation did not set right with her.  She was attempting to mend fences.  

It was hard for me at first.  I still have deep emotions when it comes to Billy and our break-up.  It is clear she is moving on.  Clear that she was moving on even before she left.  I cannot say this new guy is a loser.  He just bought a house and a car.  Neither are probably top of the line but they are probably what you would expect for a young couple just starting out.  Billy's money still goes to drugs so he is obviously taking care of her.  The same way I used to take care of her.  It is probably not the right thing for her, but she wants to get clean.  Hopefully she will.

It is hard to see here happy.  It would be hard to see her failing.  It is hard to see her without me and with someone else.  Each conversation with Billy is a step backwards for me.  An encounter that takes days to recover from but that is how you mend things.

 I need our past to mean something.  I seem to still define myself by what I do for others.  That is my issues. Something I need to explore.  I need to remember I did my best when I was with Billy.  I cannot go back and fix any mistakes, nor can I control what the future holds for either of us.  I need to focus on the present and let go of the rest.

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away.
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away.. Elderly Woman Behind a Counter in a Small Town, Pearl Jam

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

This Time It's Different

Destroy my pain
Then capture life again
This time it's different...
This Time It's Different, Evans Blue

The passed few weeks have pushed me far from center.  My father's death has left me feeling guilty and sad.  I had this fantasy in my head.  Billy would come to his memorial and I would be able to cry on her shoulder while holding her tight.  It did not happen.  She sent her condolences in a text and said she was sorry but she had to work. 

I invited her to get dinner this week but she said her new boyfriend would not be comfortable with that and she was trying to be considerate of his feelings.  Where was that attitude when she was cheating on me and denying it?

We got into a long exchange of text.  Too long to post here.  Besides I have already deleted it from my phone.  She said she was only a phone call away.  I reminded her she hated talking on the phone.  Billy told me she was living with the new guy (they have been dating for less than six months).  That explains why I have not seen her on Xbox in over a month.  I am sure there is more to the story.  Her parents probably kicked her out.

In the end, I told her she wasn't there for me.  The one time when I could have used her. That she never was despite all the times I was there for her.  I told her our relationship made us both better people but I wanted to say she was still pretty bad.  She was just a very shitty person in the beginning. 

She is living in a basement of her boyfriend's mother's house.  Still using.  Still broke. They live together and work together. I wonder how all that closeness is going.  Billy has an avoidant  personality she needs her space.  I know exactly how he is trying to "help" her.  Good luck asshole.  You are just banging your head against the wall.  You cannot help someone.  They have to want it. It is only the beginning.  Wait till you go through 4 or 5 failed attempts at quitting.  Billy has been trying to quit opioids the entire time I have known her.  That is also most nine years.  Most of that time she didn't really want to quit. Overdosing, several times in jail, being a stripper/prostitute didn't give her reasons to quit.  This abortion isn't going to either.  The only way it will work is if she surrenders to the process but she is not willing to do that. 

I don't want her back.  I am done with her issues.  I was trying to salvage a friendship with her because I do miss her.  But why?  The good times never really out weighed  the bad.  She cannot take care of herself let alone be there for someone else.

My friend Sam said to me months ago.  "Eventually you will get tired of getting kicked in the teeth."  She was referring to my desire to kept in touch with Billy.  She was right.  I won't be there when her next crisis hits.  This time it's different.