I have been having problems with the same guy practically since I met him. He was the basket of puppies guy.
The night we met, and the day after that, he seemed like he was really into me, and was hanging all over me, and whatnot. Then, he didn't call. So I called him. Now, he won't stop calling.
He met me last Friday to meet one of my friends, but came too late, and my friend had to leave. I was pretty tipped off at this point about what was to come. He acted like he didn't even remember who the hell I was. He just stood around and looked disaffected, wouldn't let me hold his hand, anything. I thought he was vibing off of me and my other friend because we were fighting at the time.
So he called some more and I gave him another chance, which was a mistake.
I invited him to go drinking with Patti and my Korean friends, something we do every month, and it is always a blast. We are driving to the bar, and on the way there, he makes it abundantly clear that he is going to drop me off so he can go hang out with another friend of his.
I do the Japanese girl thing and tell him I'm okay with that when I'm not.
So I hung out with my friends and had a great time and a lot of fun etc. etc. until he calls me and says that he and two other friends are at karaoke, and that we should go there. He wouldn't even give us a ride. He made us take a goddamn cab there. So Patti and I go there, and sing karaoke, and he allows me to hang on him like the idiot I am, but won't even look me in the eye.
Then he keeps saying he needs to get home and drops me at my apartment, and gives Patti cab fare so she can get home. I would've let her stay at my place but I knew I was going to be an absolute mess, which culminated into a 4am drunken phone call to my mom, during which I fell asleep.
Just like before, when he ignored me, I am saying now that I never want to talk to, see, or hear from him again. But my desire to speak Japanese usually outweighs any desire to not want to be treated like shit. It's not like Chicago is absolutely crawling with Japanese guys (or guys I can speak Japanese with, for that matter).
Today's crush is the Creature from the Black Lagoon, who, as you can see by the photo, would probably treat me better than this asshole did.
The guy that I seriously like, who I talk on the phone with and who doesn't treat me like crap, is still in Texas.
Curi.
The night we met, and the day after that, he seemed like he was really into me, and was hanging all over me, and whatnot. Then, he didn't call. So I called him. Now, he won't stop calling.
He met me last Friday to meet one of my friends, but came too late, and my friend had to leave. I was pretty tipped off at this point about what was to come. He acted like he didn't even remember who the hell I was. He just stood around and looked disaffected, wouldn't let me hold his hand, anything. I thought he was vibing off of me and my other friend because we were fighting at the time.
So he called some more and I gave him another chance, which was a mistake.
I invited him to go drinking with Patti and my Korean friends, something we do every month, and it is always a blast. We are driving to the bar, and on the way there, he makes it abundantly clear that he is going to drop me off so he can go hang out with another friend of his.
I do the Japanese girl thing and tell him I'm okay with that when I'm not.
So I hung out with my friends and had a great time and a lot of fun etc. etc. until he calls me and says that he and two other friends are at karaoke, and that we should go there. He wouldn't even give us a ride. He made us take a goddamn cab there. So Patti and I go there, and sing karaoke, and he allows me to hang on him like the idiot I am, but won't even look me in the eye.
Then he keeps saying he needs to get home and drops me at my apartment, and gives Patti cab fare so she can get home. I would've let her stay at my place but I knew I was going to be an absolute mess, which culminated into a 4am drunken phone call to my mom, during which I fell asleep.
Just like before, when he ignored me, I am saying now that I never want to talk to, see, or hear from him again. But my desire to speak Japanese usually outweighs any desire to not want to be treated like shit. It's not like Chicago is absolutely crawling with Japanese guys (or guys I can speak Japanese with, for that matter).
Today's crush is the Creature from the Black Lagoon, who, as you can see by the photo, would probably treat me better than this asshole did.
The guy that I seriously like, who I talk on the phone with and who doesn't treat me like crap, is still in Texas.
Curi.
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Hope to talk some more some time
Later!!!