You’re a Womanizer Baby

“You, you, you are / You, you, you are / A womanizer, womanizer, womanizer (womanizer)” – Britney Spears, “Womanizer”

In case you couldn’t tell, I’m completely in lurve with Brit Brit’s new song, “Womanizer.” Not because I’m a Britney fan (yeah, I said it) or because she completely puts K-Fed on blast. No, I really enjoy the song because, well, I’m dealing with a type of womanizer of my own right now.

“Look at you / Gettin’ more than just a re-up / Baby, you / Got all the puppets with their strings up / Fakin’ like a good one, but I call ‘em like I see ‘em / I know what you are, what you are, baby”

I think I’ve mentioned in an earlier post I have this friend named Denny. I’ve known Denny for more than ten years; we have history. It’s a long and complex history. I used to love Denny. I take that back. I love Denny (as a friend, I swear, nothing more) but there have been points in time where it’s been more than love. I don’t know if I was in love – but it was more than love. Does that make any type of sense? I hope so because I really can’t explain it.

Denny and I have always had really, really bad timing – all of our lives. I lived too far away. I was seeing someone. He was seeing multiple “someones” (oops, did I say that out loud?). Like I said, the timing has just never been right. And, it made matters worse when I moved to “Illadelph” 4 years ago after graduation. He thought that we’d be BFFs and run the city. I wasn’t interested in that. I was concerned with starting my career on the right foot, maintaining my relationship with Ken, and starting a new life, in a new city with new possibilities. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hang out with Denny; it’s just that he wanted more from me than I was willing to give him (interpret that as you see fit). And, because of that, he didn’t talk to me for the entire first year that I lived here. I should have left well enough alone when he didn’t talk to me, but, what can I say . . . I’m a glutton for punishment.

“Daddy-O / You got the swagger of a champion / Too bad for you / You just can’t find the right companion / I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard / It could be easy, who you are / That’s who you are, baby”

Eventually, Denny and I were old pals and right back where we started. Walking a delicate line between friendship, flirting and something more. That is, until he confessed that he “felt some type of way” (and not a “bad” some type of way, if you catch my drift) about B. Rocka’s Momma. Oh really? My godson, B. Rocka’s Momma? My best, closest sister girlfriend on the planet, B. Rocka’s Momma? Oh, OK. Needless to say, I cut him off. And that, ladies and gentlemen, really and truly should have been the end.

Side note: I love B. Rocka’s Momma to death (hey boo!) so please don’t think that we fell out over this dummy because we didn’t . . . I know you were wondering.

“Lollipop / Must mistake me as a sucker / To think that I / Would be a victim, not another / Say it, play it how you wanna / But no way I’m never gonna fall for you, never you, baby”

OK, there’s not mistaking it. . . I’m a sucker – because I went back for more. I believe that you don’t stay on the outs with people your close with forever. So, Denny and I once again rekindled that thing we have (not a relationships, more than a friendship – what is that called?). And, Ken hated it. And, I didn’t care. And everything was (kind of) copasetic for a while. Until Ken was no longer in the picture.

Now, you can probably tell that I am predisposed to have feelings for this man. And, normally, it wouldn’t be a problem – except that he has a girlfriend. And he lives with her. And he lies to her when we hang out. I’m pretty sure he called me G.I. Joe (not Barbie) the last time I called. But – seeing as Denny and I are so close, I tell him that I just need a friend – no boyfriend, no relationship – just a friend. Denny doesn’t listen; he never does. Instead he insists that we have a “history together, so whatever happens between us should have happened a long time ago anyway.” Ummm, what? That would still make me the other woman. And that would make Denny a cheater (wait, I think I already established he’s a cheater).

“Maybe if we both lived in a different world / It would be all good and maybe I could be ya girl / But I can’t ’cause we don’t, you / womanizer”

Now that, is something that I just can’t take. A man who tries to capitalize on a woman in a vulnerable position for his own gain. You thought I would sleep with you because we have history and I broke up with my boyfriend? I thought we were better friends than that. You mistake me as a sucker! And so, when D-Magic says “I’m tempted to tell you to cut him off,” I’m not upset or offended; I actually agree.

Except, that I’m not good at this whole confrontation in relationship things. So, I do the best thing I know how. I duck and cover. I avoid all things Denny. Phone calls, text messages, blackberry pings. That is until I get a text message that says “Let me find out I’m your friend when it’s convenient for you –“ That’s the minute I decide that I need to tell him exactly why he’s NOT my friend anymore. Except, I’m not exactly sure why I don’t want to be his friend any more.

Is it the fact that he cuts me off whenever he pleases? Or he thought it was OK to “feel some type of way” about one of my closest friends? Or that he thinks “Other Woman” status is what I deserve? Or the fact that he diminished me to tears in a public place (well I went to the bathroom so he wouldn’t see)? Or – well, actually, it’s all of it and more.

“Boy, don’t try to front / I-I know just-just what you are-are-are / Boy, don’t try to front / I-I know just-just what you are-are-are / You, you got me going / You, you oh so charming / But I can’t do it, you womanizer”

So my dear readers, have you ever had to break-up with a friend? And, if so, how’d you do it? Do you have any suggestions? Am I overreacting? Did I bring this on myself? And, how much do you LOVE that new Brit Brit?

Signed,
I Know What You Are Barbie

~ by countryclubbarbie on October 14, 2008.