My “pretend boyfriend” from last winter showed up this week. I don’t think I really mentioned him too much – he’s married and I met him in a bar last fall. I had no idea that he was married. That is, until he asked me out, I went ,and then found out he was one of those asshole married men who think it’s okay to stupid shit like that.
I will make a really long story short here. After him fixing a lot of crap in my house, trying to boss me around about how I should run my business, introducing Mata Hari to a complete douche, hanging around my house constantly, crossing the line by making out with me, but when I took my clothes off he panicked and bailed, I told him to fuck off.
And, I have to say, my life has been much better without his little stress puppy, complaining self in it. But, apparently he has missed me and asked me out for dinner tonight. So, being the curious type, I went. Oh my God. I wish I hadn’t.
This guy is wired for sound. He starts off dinner with “I have a call at 7:30, so we have to be finished up by then. Me “Well, let’s just call it a day and you go do what you have to do and we’ll get together some other time” Him: Well, I didn’t want to cancel and upset you”. Me: I wouldn’t have really given a shit – go do what you need to do – I really mean that.”
Which, of course, makes him cancel whatever it was that he had to do. So lame. I couldn’t stand being around him. I’ve never spent 1.5 hours with someone so stressed out, and with an agenda he couldn’t articulate but was so transparent I nearly felt sorry for him.
So, I helped him out. I told him I wasn’t interested him, I liked him as a friend, and that unless he could actually behave like a normal person around me, he should never call me again.
It’s possible I hurt his feelings but I don’t care. I am completely sick and tired of stupid men who try and manipulate me and think I’m stupid, and that I should be interested in all of their stupid shit and drama.
THANK GOD I’M SINGLE!