Tuesday, December 7, 2010

You should know better.

Yeah, I said I was going to be blogging more on the regular in my last post... this summer. If you were disappointed, it's your own fault because you can see I never do as I say I will, at least in respect to blogging. BUT here I am!

So much has happened in the last 6 months or so. Here's one of the stories that I'm famous for, one of those "no way that really happened" tales. If I'm good for nothing else, my life is great for a good laugh.

That boyfriend I talked about in my last post lasted less than a month. It goes down as one of the "Black Hole Theory" stories of ALL TIME. It's a great story for you married/attached friends out there who have the grass-is-greener-complex about us singles!

This guy, let's call him R.J. (names have not been changed to protect the guilty) and I met in July at a restaurant I go to a lot. He came up to me and started talking to me, but I was in the midst of grieving over a good friend who had passed away that week, and more worried about drowning my sorrows than hooking up with anyone. Needless to say, I was not the most approachable person that evening and blew him off. A few days later he found me on facebook, and sent me a message. I ignored the request and message, but the next week, he was back at the restaurant again and I was a little more able to talk to people, so I let him buy me a drink. He got my number and asked me out for the next week, and I hesitantly said okay (I hadn't been on a REAL date in years, unless you count going to a bar with a guy and paying for my own drinks as a REAL date).

He took me to a super nice restaurant, and we had a great time (and two bottles of wine... that probably made it more fun), and talked for so long we missed the movie we were supposed to go to. It was still relatively early, so we went to a dive bar (my favorite!) and talked and drank some more. It was really fun being with him - but if you know anything about me, you know I have walls bigger than that one in China built up around me. I am very cautious about letting people in, due to my sordid past of douchebag exes who have cheated, lied, and dated my friends. I have trust issues, to put it mildly. But R.J. said and did everything right, so I agreed to see him again.

So things went great for a couple of weeks, and then I finally decided I might be able to not hyperventilate at the thought of calling someone my boyfriend. So we made it official, and things were great... for four days. He suddenly got really busy, work was really stressful, and the gym and tannning and laundry (no, he's not from Jersey Shore) were taking up a lot of his time. I finally laid it out on the table, I'm not going to compete for my "boyfriend"'s time with free weights and dryer sheets. He apologized and promised to come over the next night so we could have dinner and watch a movie. He was supposed to be here at 6:30, but didn't show up until 10. The next morning, he kissed me goodbye, said he'd call me when he got to work, walked out the door, and that is the last I've heard from him since.

Within a day, he had deleted me off his facebook friends and wouldn't respond to any of my texts asking if he was alive. I only texted him a couple of times, because I'll be damned if I turn into one of those chicks who lets the dude know he got to her. So. WTF happened?? I still don't know. I was talking to a different guy for a week or so a few months after the R.J. incident, and the exact same thing happened, he just stopped calling and texting, and dropped off the face of the earth. It has got to be something I'm doing, but I have no idea what it is. My girlfriends that I've shared these stories with are as puzzled as I am.

Anywho, I really really (cross your fingers) really am going to try to keep up with this blog more frequently, I super promise. I have many more stories of events that have transpired over the past few months, and I need to entertain yall with them, just so you can convince me I'm not as crazy as I think I am. :)