Remember T? The guy I've been seeing?
Well, anyone, he broke up with me. Or half-broke up with me. (We weren't officially together so what's the terminology here?)
After we had a nice night where he said he was interested in being my boyfriend, he promptly didn't contact me for two weeks. Finally, I called and set up a date which was scheduled for the daytime (at his request), which should have been the first sign.
He said that he just didn't feel a spark and that it wasn't going to work out. We walked a bit and talked. He went home. After a few ill-advised texts and a bit of prodding (I know I shouldn't, I just can't help myself) he finally said that I was a lovely woman but he just couldn't see a future with me and wanted to cut it off before it went any further.
I feel sad. And also not said. Angry, not angry, and also annoyed that it took him like two weeks to tell me this (and I have a suspicion he just would've never called me again if I hadn't contacted him).
We talked about being friends again in a while. None of my texts were too bitchy, so I didn't burn any bridges.
I feel disappointed. But mostly annoyed. Because I really felt like we had something, and because he seemed really into me and then the first time I let myself think it might go somewhere he just backed way the fuck off.
It's the second time I've been romantically rejected in a month (yes, the first time was way different, but still).
On the plus side I've been listening to lots and lots of Kate Nash. She sings about being who she is and not giving a fuck about what anyone, especially your romantic partner thinks. I'm all for that.
I'm trying to think of my life like one big episode of How I Met Your Mother. Every romantic pitfall just brings me closer and closer to the person that's going to change everything.
And the person I need to change first is me, so it's probably okay it's not happening now.
Until then, I will continue to listen to "Merry Happy" and not give a fuck of what T thinks of my probing texts. You're one of two men who have been in contact with my vagina. You can deal.
Hey, at least you didn't see him randomly at Mardi Gras, give him (what you hoped was) your number, and never hear from him again.... right? That's better isn't it? Well, anyway, that's a damn shame.
ReplyDeleteMen are hardly bright when it comes to recognizing fabulous women right in front of them.
And I love what you said about your like being like How I Met Your Mother :) I think that too about my own life. Except I don't really meet men. So it's more like How I Might Get Married If Someone Magically Appears and I Don't Intimidate Him Away By Being My Sarcastic, Abrasive Self.
I'm sorry it didn't work out, but it's just one more guy you've checked off the list until you find your Marshall or Barney or Ted.
Dearest Cerasi,
ReplyDeleteWhere is he. I'll kill him.
Love,
Ada
On a less murderous note,
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, dear. :(. You know, I've realized something about men--they go on and on about how women don't know what they want, but men don't know what they want either. At least women are in touch with their emotions--men are just robots. They compoote, (because they're full of poo, get it?) and then they just let it sit there and fester until it's too late. In this case, T just wasn't a good one. If anything, he stunk. 2 weeks, and not even the courtesy of discussing things with you until you talked to him. Ugh. What a baby.
As both you and Allya said, you're one step closer to that person who will be worth it, who will be worthy of your beauty, intelligence, wittiness, and SUPER AMAZING SUPER SEXY POWERS. I love you--we love you. SO SO much. So we wouldn't have given you to T anyway. He smells. I could smell him all the way over here in Asia. No good, no good.
LOVE YOU. Let's Skype so we can bash some people out! <3
@Allya- Yeah, I guess Mardi Gras man has him beat. Point . . . no one. No one gets any point in that game. Lol.
ReplyDeleteYou need someone who can keep up with your sarcastic fabulousness. Meeting people is just hard as shit. I don't know.
Question, which one do you want? Marshal, Barney, or Ted? I honestly am having trouble picking. (Marshal is just so damn likeable, but Ted is adorable and neurotic. And Barney is NPH so, automatic 800 million points.) And now i need to watch How I Met Your Mother again.
@Ada- Haha, thank you for offering to kill him. We left things on kind of good terms, so don't do that. But if you wanted to break his knee caps a little, well, I'll look the other way.
Men don't EVER KNOW WHAT THEY FUCKING WANT! This just further supports my suspicion that all men are secretly 13 year old girls. Dude, just get coffee with me and tell me you made a mistake. It's not that hard.
And T does smell. Probably. At least his fedora does. Uck.
Yes, let's Skype soon.
-<3
I know, I know. I get trigger happy. As long as you tell me not to take his pathetic life, then I won't. But I will break his knee caps. Just don't be surprised when you see him in a wheelchair next time.
ReplyDeleteHe doesn't know a good one when he sees one. I mean, his choice of wardrobe is obviously an indication of that. A fedora? Puh-lease. You ain't no Ne-Yo who is classy! GIVEITUPMAN. Wannabe. Poser. FAUXFACE.
I have time in my mornings and your evenings. Let's gmail and duke out a time/date?