My First "I Love You" and the Revenge of Mazzy Star

Well, the Mystery Man is BACK... sort of... a broken, beaten, shell of his former self.  In keeping with the super-hero charicature that adorns my contribution to this blog, one could say that the Mystery Man has found his kryptonite.  Love, loss, listlessness and loathing have transformed the Mystery Man, and, in keeping with the super-hero theme, it’s time to remove the “Mystery” from the title, and look at only the “Man”.  So here we go... 

Where to begin, recently my latest girlfriend left me... I say latest because she’s not the first.  This time it was the “I should love you but I don’t” break-up.  The, “I don’t see myself with anyone” breakup.  The, “no one has ever treated me better than you break-up”.  The, “I know that I’m the one that’s losing” break-up.  At some point I’ll have to get into all of the details of my latest failure, and trust me, it’s a failure. 

In fact, the point of everything I’m about to write is leading to resolution of this latest debacle.  Now while I know you’re all waiting in suspense for all of the gory details... the details of the big fight, the details of the infidelity, the details of the pattern of abuse, laziness and genuine lack of attention for a partner that seems to dominate relationships, sadly (or thankfully) such details will not be forthcoming... at least not now.  

Instead, I think it’s time to figure out why I keep failing (if indeed it’s me whose failing), where have I, for lack of a better word “screwed up”, and what if anything can be done to stop the wheels in my head from turning over and over and over again.  Thus, in order to process this latest loss, it’s time to take a trip down memory lane and re-visit the ladies of the Mystery Man’s past.