The nerve!

Several weeks ago I went on two dates with a seemingly nice, stable and moderately handsome fellow. The conversation was decent, a bit stale - not fantastic but not tragically awful either. He was a bit short, perhaps the same height as I am - but I try not to be shallow. Considering my dating life is one joke after another, I was hopeful if not looking forward to seeing him again.

Then he disappeared. I didn’t think much of it until he randomly texted me days later in an apologetic fashion letting me know that between work and having family down for the holidays, he was simply too busy to contact me.

Ok.

A couple more weeks passed by and I had completely forgotten about him. Nothing gained, nothing lost, right? That is, until last night when he texted me…

“hey Hun, u busy? U wanna come over to my house and stay with me tonight?”

Uh. WTF. The nerve! I mean, first off, we had two mediocre dates neither of which even ended in a kiss. You go completely MIA for weeks and suddenly booty text me around midnight on a weeknight?! What do I look like? And does that even work? In what alternate dimension does a jackass with a napoleon complex text a girl like me at midnight with that line and have it actually work?!

Douchebaggery!

And let’s put aside for a moment the fact that I’ve started completely falling for someone else and even though I’m still single and could technically go on dates whenever with whoever I want, it would seem pointless if I’m constantly daydreaming about kissing someone else - so yes, let’s put that fact aside. Had he not been such a prick there was a teeny tiny minuscule chance that perhaps I would have said yes to a 3rd date. It is my experience that if a guy truly likes you, there’s no such thing as not enough time - a guy will MAKE time, even if he has to pull a 25th hour out of his ass to make it happen.

So, if you don’t have the time to call me in weeks, then you most definitely shouldn’t have the time to text me at midnight asking me to come over. Fucker.