I so don't understand men. Usually it's me that's the confusing and irrational one, and I enjoy these features about myself. I'm also usually pretty good about keeping my emotions out of it. Obviously, I screw up sometimes.
So, I'm seeing this guy. I kind of like him. He's smart, funny, super-nerdy, and kinda chubby. I'm cool with it. He's also stupid-ridiculous in the sack. We game together, get dinner and drinks, and all that fun stuff.
Then the crazy sets in. Said guy blocks my number with no explanation. I'm confused and a little irritated now. I decide it's not worth it and go see some other guy for drinks. Not a big deal. A few days go by and the first guy calls me and invites me to get lunch. I'm a sucker for Olive Garden, of course I go.
We meet up and I'm kind of a dick. You don't get to just blow me off and still expect me to be sweet. He tells me that I scare him and he's starting to get feelings for me. He panicked and decided to push me away rather than admit there could be something here. He apologizes profusely. I'm a total sucker for feelings.
I am by no means about to call this guy my boyfriend, but we definitely do super date-y stuff. He helps me pick colors for my hair, we hold hands in the store, he convinces me to by plastic ceiling stars(insisting he'll put them up for me because there's no way I'd be able to reach). I help him do dishes, we sign up for painting classes. It's all too cute for words. He blows me off a couple times, but swears he'll make it up to me.
Then I get dropped with a bunch more crazy! His "ex-girlfriend" gets on his Facebook and sends me a long-winded message saying what a dirtbag he was and that he lies all the time. She's just looking out for my best interest and she's certain I deserve better. I tell her he's not my boyfriend, but thanks for looking out. Bitch must be drunk or something, she just keeps going on about what a horrible person he is and that he's awful in bed. Then she asks if I knew he had a girlfriend. Keep in mind she started this conversation with, "This is his ex." I'm hung-over as shit at this point and I'm sick of this poor, broken girl blowing up my phone. "Well, by your own words, you aren't his girlfriend. So, obviously, how could I have known?" "I was until yesterday." "No, he never said anything, take it up with him." She goes on about her trust issues and how she finally started opening up to him. He told her I was just a friend. "We've just been hanging out." "He said you were really good in bed?" Seriously? Does this boy thrive on drama or what? "In bed, in the car, in the shower, and really wherever we feel like doing it. But yeah, just friends." I wonder if he's noticed that she's blocked me.
I'm back to being over it.
