Mother knows best

Now that my relationship with the Captain is over, I am faced with the horrible task of moving on. The impact that he made on me was substantial and I constantly lost ground on the mountain I was trying to climb. In my one of many attempts to find someone to soothe my ailing heart, I turned to my favorite dating center. The internet. The more that I post that is how I met the majority of the people I have dated, the more ridiculous I feel. This next guy was probably the shortest run of a relationship I have ever had. At least that I can recall. The first red flag that I should have paid attention to was the fact that he was from Nampa. If any of you have been in that area you know what I am talking about. 

So, I started talking to Adolf on the computer. He was more of my type than the last few have been. He had tattoos on his arms (These were the only ones I was aware of at this time) and he was skinny but he wasn't a bean pole. We had been exchanging conversation via messenger and text for a little over a week or so. Finally, we decided that we should meet in person. He offered to drive here and hang out with me over a weekend because my mom refused to let me see him unless she got to meet him. The night before he drove to town I showed my mom a picture of Adolf. Her comment to me was, "He looks like a skinhead." What? Just because he has a bald head means he is a skinhead? She kept insisting that is just what she got from his picture but she wasn't sure why. Skinhead. Psh. 

The weekend we had was fun. We just did a lot of low key things like walking my dog, went shopping, went to eat and stuff like that. As he was leaving back to Nampa we decided that I would go and stay with him the following weekend. After talking to my mom about it and finally getting her to let me go, I ventured off to Nampa to spend time with him that next weekend. He lived in an apartment complex with a female roommate. She was around a little bit when we were there, but mostly it was just the two of us. Keep in mind that I am still getting to know about Adolf and him about me, obviously. Well, we got to the point of getting a little friendly and he had slipped out of his jeans when something had caught my eye. I saw a small portion of a tattoo on his thigh, but I didn't really pay much attention to it. I figured that I would just check it out later. He had taken off his shirt and turned to throw it on the floor when I saw a lettered tattoo on his lower back. The size was pretty big and it went all the way across the back. The letters were at least two inches tall. They read: WHITE POWER. 

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Uh. Hmm. Yeah. At that moment I put everything to a halt and asked him about the tattoo. He said, "Oh, that is from a few years ago. I'm not into that stuff really anymore. I just haven't been able to get it covered up yet." He then proceeds to show me the swastika that is on his thigh that was peeking out of his boxers. 

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I'm still kind of speechless, but I manage to ask, "Isn't that something that you should have mentioned to me? You know, about what you used to be into?" He said, "I would have at some point when it needed to be talked about. Since you have seen them now we can say we talked about them." This eventually led to a discussion on the importance of why I should have been informed before this point and what "not into that stuff really anymore" means. He said that he only has a problem with someone of another race if they have a problem with him. Other than that he really isn't wanting to be like how he used to be. He did tell me a few stories about when he was into "this stuff", but I won't mention those here. This little bit of breaking news kind of put a damper on the rest of the weekend. He wasn't really all that thrilled when I was starting to be unsure of him. I ended up going home a day early and while on the way home I had sent him a text and told him that I couldn't handle the whole situation. Yeah, I am an asshole and did it via text. Even if he wasn't into all this anymore he branded me with that world the second he took off his shirt and we were at a swimming pool or something. That isn't me. He understood and said that he was sorry he didn't tell me and that was how I found out. He hoped we could still be friends.

I thought that things were all said and done with him, but he tried getting a hold of me again. He wanted to try to work things out and get back together. I had already pretty much decided that I didn't want to date him at all after he accepted my dump text. Being the nice person that I am, it was hard for me to explain that I was no longer interested. I tried and he insisted that I still had feelings for him. I told him that wasn't the case and I wasn't interested in dating anymore. I also said that my mom didn't really approve of me dating him. This opened a whole new can of worms. He then went off on me saying that I was using my mom as a scapegoat and that I should be old enough to think for myself just like I should be old enough to move out. Yeah, I know I am old enough and I do make my own decisions, but I do value what my mom thinks about who I am dating. I also have my own reasons for not moving out. This whole argument went on for like a week and then I finally told him that he needed to just drop it. He finally said that he would and added, "I guess that's what I get for dating a 20 year old." Don't get me started on you, Adolf. 

In total I think this went over a period of about three weeks or so. I don't think that i have ever been that shocked in my life. I literally didn't know what to do in this situation. I can just see the article to Ann Landers or Dear Abby now: "I found out that my boyfriend is an ex skinhead and he never mentioned this to me before. I only knew because of tattoos that I saw before we had sex. How should I handle this?"

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Seriously.