So one of the guys that I'm talkin' to was supposed to come out. But here's the thing, the night BEFORE---I spent an hour trying to tell him that things weren't going to work between us. I don't know about you, but I'm the sort of girl that needs COMMUNICATION in order for me to feel like the relationship is even going to go anywhere. And since he lives in Maryland (only less than an hour from me, which is not too bad when one considers how bad traffic is in the DMV area), I don't get to see him everyday. And thus, I expect a lot of texting so we can catch up on each other's lives. But this dumbass doesn't get that! I see he's on his Twitter more than he's even trying to talk to me, so that's a real turn-off. So anyway, I spent all of Thursday night trying to explain to him that I just wasn't feelin' it. There's other guys who are interested in me, and that he's better off just not trying anymore since his efforts still equal to virtually zero effort (in my eyes). Somehoooow, he took that as some sort of challenge!
So I was at work on Friday morning, and I see his # pop up on my cellphone. At first I thought he had butt-dialed me since that shit happens to everyone at one point in their cell phone lives. But then I saw he left a VM, I listened to it and was cracking up! Dude sounded so depressed. So I felt bad, and being the undecisive person that I am...I decided to invite him out to Clyde's later that night. BIG WASTE OF TIME! He calls me right around the time he's supposed to show up and says he's having car problems *rolls eyes* So I'm irritated at this point. I seriously am not interested but homie kept insisting that he's just going to roll back home and get his other car and head out to Clyde's ASAP. I told him, "Don't even bother. *laughs* Seriously, no hard feelin's". I'm trying to get rid of him! But he's so persistent! I don't understand guys these days. What ever happened to the mystery and suspense of courting? I feel like guys are far too pushy or somethin'. I blame it on all of these stupid reality t.v. shows, smh.
Anyway, enough about my night. Picture time!