Thursday, September 27, 2007

How Dumb Is Mr. Italy?

No, that is not the opening of a joke. However, he truly is one in his own right. He imed me early this morning. He said he's tried calling me several times. And yet, amazing that my phone does not ring with his number. Hmmmmmm. He said that the first time he called it an asian woman answered the phone. Well, that's not me. And now he tells me that I have a message saying "Hey! Leave one!" When would I ever say that on a message? Yeah. I know.

And so begins the whole "why do you think I don't want to see you?" bit. So sad. I know he doesn't want to hang out because any guy intersted in a woman can get a number (from a computer im) correct. And since this has gone on how many times over the last year(?) I just don't get it. I mean I know its a game but can't figure out why he won't admit its a game.

Weird.

Here's the im conversation:
Italy: hey. how's it going?
me: good
Italy: i called you the other day & an asian woman answered. it was so weird.
me: then you still don't have my number right
Italy: no because it said "hey. leave one"
me: nope
Italy: it sounds exactly like you!
(keep in mind we have not spoken in over a year.......he has no idea what I sound like)
me: I don't say things like "leave one"
Italy: Do you not want to hear from me? What are you doing today?
me: working
Italy: Do you wanna meet up for lunch?
me: Fine
Italy: Be excited. I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?
me: Where are you (expecting a 5-borough locale)
Italy: Mineola
me: oh
Italy: Would you mind coming towards me? Where do youwant to meet up?
me: Pick a place & let me know
Italy: Okay that's fine
me: Have a good one and maybe I'll see you later
Italy: you too....hope to see you later

Lengthy pause

me: And you still have yet to ask for my correct number or give me your's. So
do you see how serious this 'meeting up' thing really is? bye
Italy: will I be able to get a hello kiss.........
(I did not reply seeing as he is so full of___________)

Italy: I take your silence as a yes!

And then he signed off. Why? What? Huh?

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Elodie ROCKS! (aka: The Best Shut Down Ever!)

I had the most awesome time watching this week's episode of "The Hills". Why? Elodie. I have liked her from Day One that she entered the picture. She comes across as smart, thoughtful, and has a great sense of style.

Bolthouse had an opening for events director and Elodie mentioned this to Heidi (aka....waste of space). She pointed out that she has been there close to three years and felt that she had proven herself worthy on numerous occassions. Heidi's wheels started turning & she belived that being there 2 years qualified her to run for the position as well. Ofcourse, weasel Spencer was more than happy to encourage her to apply for the job.

Shocker! Heidi got it. Poor Elodie.

Anyway--back to this week's episode. Heidi arrived and work, plopped down on a couch next to Elodie & started griping about running into Lauren the night before & how its so weird that Lauren won't talk to her but she'll go to dinner with her ex boyfriend. E. listens to this drivel & then turns to Heidi and says "Why is it that you and Lauren aren't friends anymore? What did you do to her?" Cut to Heidi's shocked face. E. continues "And weren't you friends with Audrina? And she doesn't talk to you anymore either, right? And what about Whitney? You aren't friends with her anymore, are you? Its so sad that you don't even know what you do. I have to get back to work now. Bye!" And Elodie just turns back to the papers infront of her, leaving Heidi dumbfounded sitting there next to her.

SO AWESOME! It's about time someone put Heidi in her place.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

"...I mentioned the bisque"

Pilot Inspector and I were supposed to go out Saturday night. I didn't want to go but agreed. He called on Friday to cancel, as he had come down with a cold. Yippee! Not that he was sick, mind you. But now I didn't have to 1. suffer through a date I didn't want or 2. have to come up with a way to cancel out.

He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.

Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.

He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."

So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)

The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.

The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.

I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.

But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.

I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?

Three Reasons Why You Should See "Sydney White"

1. Amanda Bynes is funny.
2. Her love interest, Tyler Prince, is hot.
3. Amanda Bynes is funny.

Friday, September 21, 2007

The Farm & The Briar Patch

Here's how it works:
Mondays and Wednesdays are chaos. My first class is at the Farm at 8am. It runs until 9:15 and then, after asnwering students' questions that they didn't ask during class, I drive over to the Patch. There, I take care of office hours....of which students will never use so I can make tests and get grading done.......and I teach at 11:40. At 1, I let the group go, inhale lunch, put in the attendance & make sure I am out of the buidling before 1:30. Otherwise I will not make it to the 2:00 class back at the Farm. I have two classes back-to-back and then at 5:00 I race home to scarf down something that is supposed to be dinner and then run to the Patch to teach a 5:40 and an 8:15.

At the Farm, where I have all freshman, it is amazing. My 8am group are there. Only about three trickle in by 8:03. Not 8:10. Not 8:20. 8:03 is when the entire class is there with books open, notebooks at the ready, and pens uncapped.

I can say the same for my two afternoon classes. They are all on time for the afternoon hours. They are ready.

The work ethic is something out of a teaching textbook. They do the work. I mean they actually do the entire assignment. No gripes. No "Why?", "Are you serious?", or "When do you want me to do this because I ain't got time..." crap.

My EG 1 classes had to bring in their rough drafts for a first essay this past Wednesday. I did not announce it. The directions had been on the syllabus from Day One. I did not remind them, did not reread it to them, and did not post any announcements on a website for them. Combined, of the 55 students, only five came without it. The other fifty had it typed & ready to go. Those that didn't were so embarassed, asked to leave, and promised me a great essay on Monday.

The EG001 group completes all activities in a chapter. Even if I said only do certain ones. They are quick to provide answers, allowing me the luxury of never calling on anyone. When they get it wrong, another who got it right tries to explain the answer. ?????????????????????? It's like I am in a dream.

Then the nightmare begins. My EG 2 class in the Patch whined about 'having to reeeeeaaaaaaaaad". They 'don't wanna'. Hey~it's a literature class. What do you think is involved? Why bother attending college if you don't want to do the work?

At the Farm, they are all brand new. Freshman status. Mixed ethnicities. From all areas of LI and the 5 boroughs. Same at the Patch. So why such discrepencies in their attitudes and behaviors? Why such opposite work ethic?

Last night took the cake. I was teaching a 5:40 of my own & had to cover for a brand new adjunct. The ad. was out Tuesday and I went in, told the class to read Chapter 11, and sign the attendance. Some were thrilled that he was not present, saying 'he ain't got no clue what he's doin'". I said it was not polite to say such things & pointed out that he already passed EG1 and they have yet to do so.

Last night I went in and told them to answer the five questions at the end of an essay within that same chapter, as well as write a one-page descritpion from a selection at the end of the chapter. "Why?" "What's this for?" "We didn't read that essay. It wasn't part of the chapter." I pointed out that it is in the chapter and when an entire chapter is assigned, one must read the whole chapter. It is not at their discretion to decide what's important and what isn't.

They argued that they didn't know the vocabulary. I said that is their own fault for not defining it before coming to class. They gave the whole list: don't have time, don't own a dictionary, don't have a computer to look it up on dictionary.com, had other work to do, and the one said she's homeless and I can't expect anything of her.

So I said "How can you afford $15k a year if you are homeless? Yet you can't afford a $7 dictionary? Or to go to a library?" She repleis with "So what? You sayin' if I ain't got no home I can't go to college?" I pointed out that one should attend where they can afford. I couldn't have afforded the Patch when I went to school & I selected schools by how much I could afford to pay. Nevermind that she has brand new highlights, $100 jeans on, and a fancy phone with (I bet) a hefty bill each month. But can't afford a $7 dictionary?

It was such a waste. They did the work half-heartedly. They goofed off. One student came to me complaining that he couldn't do the work with the music playing and the phones ringing. And, keep in mind that these are adults. People who work all day. People who we think are mature and responsible.

Pathetic.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

WTF Is With The Men?

Okay....I have to calm down. I am so wound up it isn't funny!

Let's start with the Marine: haven't heard from him since Sunday. Good! Then today I get an 'im':

Marine: "how are ya hun?"
me: "hi"
Marine: "so did you make out with anyone at Mccanns? Listen I heard you said I was being shady so I wanted to tell you that..."

and then he goes in to some personal story about his mom and all. Whatever. It doesn't explain him hanging out on weekends but not calling and making/keeping plans with me.

So I finally sent back "Does it matter what I did Saturday night? Let it go."

Marine: "Well, I want to make out with you. So much for your morals. You try and
be all innocent."
Me: "Why bother? Why are you doing this? Just drop it."
Marine: "Well, when you tell your friends I am shady it gets back to me. You
wanted to know why so I am telling you. You are over analyzing this."
Me: "I didn't tell my friends anything. Crak read the texts. She must have
told Babymaker. And it was all your words, not mine."
Marine: "Well, whatever. Hun, don't be like that. Just stop."
Me: "Okay. Bye!"

And I logged off. Doesn't the moron text me: "You over analyze. Have fun at McCanns"

I took a shower. I let it go. I then emailed him brielfy:
"I am not overanalyzing anything. I let it go. You said you wanted to be left
alone so I did just that. You are the one putting words into my mouth. Not
me. You are the one speculating. Not me. You want to talk? You have
something to say? Call. Stop the texting and iming."

And I ended it.

THE LAWYER:
Remember the lawyer who badgered me about plagiarism at the college level, showed up 1/2 hour late to our 'date', wanted to meet in a sauna instead, and then when I said it wouldn't work out he agreed because he "likes to work out and I don't"?

He emailed me Wednesday: "How are you?"

I sent it back Thursday: "Doing well. Yourself?"

He fields it back with :"Good. Really busy with work. Had a great summer"
Email #2 said "What's your #? I'll call you."

I sent it back with : "We chatted before. You have my cell. That was way back in
March. Does this ring a bell?"

Lawyer: "I recall. I have a new cell. I lost all the old numbers."

Me: "Hi Lawyer~
I am glad you are well and had a good summer. I did, also. It may be nice to chat again, but I do not think anything would work out between us. So, while your request is nice, I do not think it is something to pursue. Best of luck~ Grotter"

Two emails come back this morning saying:
#1 "Ok. I think I should move to Southern California. Good Luck."
#2 "Yes, I recall now. You felt it wouldn't work out because you were the only one in your family to go to college and that most of my family are professionals. Your family is all here in NY. My family is in California. I was laid back. You were very high strung. I think I also recall you wanted a blue collar man. Yes, it definately won't work out. Sorry to have contacted you. I forgot. Best wishes."

You know I can't let that one slide by:

"Ummm....no. You don't remember truths, do you Counselor? It wouldn't have worked out because you couldn't stick with the plan. You showed up 40 minutes late. You were wishy-washy about going to Florida and asked me twice to go with you. When I rejected twice, you begrudgingly said I could have my own room.

I don't go away with me I do not know.

You were not laid back. You were nervous and clumsy. You talked about flying and people disappearing in to the Bermuda Triagle. I was tired. I had taught from 8am til 8pm. I was coming from wotk with a plan to buy a book I needed. I wanted to leave a half hour after waiting for you, but found it to be in poor manners. So I waited.

You said you were taller than you are. You claim to have blonde hair but it's quite dark. And balding...yet you overlooked that entirely.

You emailed me after the date to ask me what type of cuisine I enjoy and when I asked why you said it was to make plans for dinenr for us the following week. I said thank you but it wouldn't work out. You didn't understand why, as I was what you were looking for. I said thank you but (kind let down) since you have family in Cali & were planning on moving there & I wanted to stay in NY, it was not really worth it. You then agreed and said it wouldn't work out because you like to work out and I don't.

So, the whole 'family insult' is sweet and all......plus that reference to the blue collars (who have more class at this point)....but, Lawyer, it won't work out because of how you treated me, lied, and couldn't hold a conversation without putting words in my mouth or attacking me.

Good luck with what you called the desperate California women who 'grab your hand because you are a hot commodity out there'. Maybe they will overlook poor manners and insults. Degrees can not buy you social grace and class. Remember that."

I'm on a role,people. Try and stop me!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Happy Singles Week

It is National Singles Week & I think I am supposed to celebrate.

Celebrate that I am a single woman.
Celebrate the fact that I do not need a man to be a whole person
Celebrate the fact that I do not sit home waiting for a phone call...I go out with
other fancy-free single gals to enjoy the weekend.
Celebrate the notion that I'm 'still young and have time'.
Celebrate that I am 'drama free' without a man.

Yippee.

And then Z100 states the number of 'straight singles' in the world:
109 million women
98 million men

The odds are not good.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Just When I Thought The Battle Was Over

I get a text at 3pm from the Marine. All is said was "feeling better?" I did not & will not reply, but shouldn't he ask himself that question? He's the nasty moron who attacked me. Stupid.

I'm Done

I have looked for a man for a few months now. I have found liars and irresponsible guys, but that is about it. I am tired. I have had no luck. I am not going to do this to msyelf anymore. I am going to be happy being single and alone. Don't ak me about the Match Men. Don't ask if I got to meet anyone in a bar/restaurant/on the train because I won't be engaging.

The whole process has been too exhausting. And disappointing. Grotter in going to put herself on the shelf.

The Marine Ignites An All-Out Text War

Last night Crak, KDP, Prettybird, the Blonde & I gathered at McCanns in Massapequa Park. This has become our new gatehring place as it is easy for us to all get to & its not completely on the other side of the island.

We were there for three hours & nothing happened. No guys to talk with, no good drinks, and no good stories to swap. I am in need of a good kiss and since the Marine & I have not been able to link up, I texted him to come out so we could kiss.

He said he was at a party but wanted me to go there to see him. I sent it back "nevermind" seeing as I was not about to go to an unknown location to hang with a guy I don't know well. Maybe I'm silly, but my safety is important to me.

At 12:30 he sent me a text asking if I changed my mind. I said no and that I had my fun & was headed home. He sent it back "Figures". So I sent it back "What does that mean?" wanting to know why he'd send that. I then fell asleep.

At 3 am I see that he sent "Does it matter?" So I said "Yeah, I'd like to know." At 3:23 am he sends "We should meet up." I replied with "So make plans. YOushould still respond." "Hun, i have no excuse for my shadiness...just a lot of bad s** at the same time" "So whylie? U hound me with texts for two weeks to go out. I try to set up stuff & youblow me off. Typical guy." He said "Yeah, typical guy then".

I sent "And you never answered the original text anyway. Don't worry hun (bc thats what he sends to me often & I asked him not to as we've gone out once) no big deal. have a good night." "K. good job being selfish. go 2 sleep now n thin abuot how guys suck." "Ur the one saying negative stuff towards me. Dont put this on me. I tried to make plans. I contacted youto try n go out. again, no big deal." "K. i have 2 friends die in one week. have some fu*** compassion"

Ummm.......this is where I got lost. He has said he was out at parties eachtime. He said he was with his Navy buddy who just got back from the service. Now its two people died?

"Not once did you call or text to say that. N every time I have contacted you your out & invite me so think of how it seems fromthis side of things." "Sorry I dont cry to someone I went out with once" "Didnt say to...I dont do drama. I'm saying be honest. N now u have tried to put this on me rather than explain what youmeant or what happened. Enough texting. Good night." "heh. K. ur obviously all about you" "Whatever youhave to tell yourself to not take responsibility"

This is when I shut my phone off. And yet I wake up to this: "Why should I feel responsible for coping with this sh**? Leave me alone."

Was planning on it. He doesn't get it. He sent me such probing....too intimate texts for two weeks of what am I looking for and the kind of guy he is & will be if we go out....and I'd say I just want to go out and have fun. Movies, dinner, dirnks, walking on the beach.....just to go out & have a good time. But one thing we talked about was communicating & here he didn't. He's texted me a few times at 12 in the morning to come hangout & I never respond because its too weird. I don't just get up & go to hang with a guy at midnight when I don't know him well. It was becoming clear to me taht I was good to contact at odd hours of the night to hang out but that would be it. So I thought I'd use him in the way he wanted to use me. And this is what it broke into. Him saying he's at parties then its he had two friends die & I have no compassion.

Whatever.

Crak's Big Bash

Friday, Sept. 7th found The Blonde, Blonde's Brother, JP & me on a Manhattan bound train. Crak had decided to celebrate her birthday at the Anchor, a bar she reviewed back some time in February. And I tagged along.

The ride in was entertaining as BB & JP are funny to wtch & listen to. We met KDP in Penn while the Blonde inhaled two HUGE slices of pizza. Then it was off to figure out how to get to the subway platform for the C or the E train. It tooka bit of walking in circles, and one nauseating ride in the most unsanitary elevator, but we made it.

We just get out of the subway when Crak texts me that she is at a restaurant a few doors away from Anchor, as they are not yet open. ??? They said they'd be open at 9 and it was 9:15. So the five of us walked to it & sure enough, lights on but nobody's home. The guys decided to stop in at the Emerald Isle for a beer (because the 12-pack on the train & one 40 in Penn was clearly not enough). KDP, Blonde & I followed and sat on the softest stools one could imagine finding in a bar in Manhattan.

Crak arrived with the Scos, Fred, Fred's coworker/friend, and soon following were the Cali Girl & her friend Gay White Oprah, along with LL. We had a great time partying it up and running (literally next door) to see if Anchor opened.

When they did open at 10, Crak went in. Yup. We were the only ones in there. Can you say private party? But the place reaked of paint & was so empty that it was pointless. And we headed back to Emerald.

I will point out that BB is cute & I wonder why the Blonde has been hiding him from us all this time? He & I flirted a bit & when it was time to leave he said he wanted my number. I told him to get it from his sister. He yells to her "I'm getting her number" and she laughed and shrugged it off. He's a sociable guy who must get lots of numbers is all I can come up with.

KDP & I had to catch a 1:04 train otherwise she'd have to wait until 3am for the next one. And that was not an option. So we said our goodbyes & ran out of there.

We made it just in time for our train & both got home safely. I was wiped out & fell asleep so soon after hitting the pillow.

The next day I found a text from BB that said "Hey u." So I sent it back like 9 hours later. Oops. We then had a text dialogue for the next two days about nothing. Sweet.

Saturday night I was so not awake & yet I somehow drove to Crak's to give her presents. I was not about to wait a whole week to do so because it then doesn't have the same impact as it does the weekend of the birthday. Prettybird was there & the three of us sat and recapped life in general.

I had to leave too soon and its good that I did. I got home and was asleep moments later.

I hope Crak had a great birthday weekend & can't wait to do it again next year.

The Pilot Inspector

The latest guy on the match site is one who works with the electronics of private planes. He seems nice & we agreed to meet up for a drink. He said he'd call me Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. KDP & I were at the Tanger Outlets when I got the call at 5:15pm. Hmmm......not afternoon, if you ask me, but I may be being picky.

He hadn't come up with a plan as he promised & he really wasn't too eager to make one, seeing as he had just woken up from a nap. I suggested we meet at Dave & Buster's for a drink around 8:00. He said that was good. Then it was "weelllllll........maybe 9 would be better. Yeah nine is good." I said "Why 9? What was wrong with 8?" I figure if he couldn't come up with a plan with a week's warning, then I would do it & that'd be it.

He was concerned that I wouldn't ge thome in time. Yeah, right. Concerned about someone he has never met driving home from Riverhead. I said "Fine. 8:30 is when I'll be there."

So I got all cutesyed up & went over to D&B. I saw a guy standing outside of the doors, looking for someone. I checked him out while I was approaching & the first thing I realized is taht he is 3/4 inches shorter than he claimed to be.

And thus begins the untruths for Pilot Inspector.

I said hello & the first thing he said was "Wow. You look good." Duh! I was in Citizens, a beige scoop top & copper heels. Was I supposed to look bad? I was a smidgen taller than him in my heels........realizing the lie in height.

We talked. For two and a half hours. It was nice but I felt no sparks. Not a one.

He walked me out to my car and said he 'really really wants to take me to dinner'. I said fine. We agreed he'd call me during the week and we'd make plans for the following weekend.

True to form, he called three days later. Hey buddy! You are not in high shcool. The three day rule is so 'game playing loser'. This is why he is 33 and single.

We talked. He said he wanted to go to dinner but forgot it was his buddy's wedding that weekend & he's in the wedding party. Alarm number two is now going off in my head. He forgot it was his friend's wedding? A guy who he's been friends with since high school? AND he's in the thing? Great.

So we said we'd try to do something. He calls the next day (Thursday) and realizes now that it isn't the wedding that weekend, but the bachelor party. Was I free Friday night? Nope...as it would be Crak's Birthday Extravaganza! He sounded disappointed but had the BP to look forward to on Satruday night. He said he'd call on Sunday.

And so he did. To ask about Crak's birthday. To tell me about the party. I asked a couple of questions and it went like this: It was good. We had a great dinner. It was so delicious! And then we had an open bar for two (maybe three) hours. SUch an awesome time. And it was only a hundred bucks a person." I siad that was pretty good & asked about teh restaurant. This si where it became more sketchy. "Oh, it was on 110 in Farmingdale."

That's all he said. So I probed, "The only restaurant I can think of that would cost that is FOUR. Were you there?" "ummm.......no. It was this place called Gossip." "Oh, so you went to a strip club? Why didn't you say so?" "Weeellllll, I wasn't sure how you'd react. So I figured it didn't matter."

Hello! It's a bachelor party & while I do not condone those activities, I don't know this guy & could care less where they had it. But, dude, just come out with it already.

And, the wedding he is in is this weekend.

I don't think I want to pursue this. He lied about his height...I would have met with him had he said 5'3". I don't like the fact that he tried to cover a strip club bachelor party. Like I care where he spends his time. And I am none too thrilled that he couldn't remember the dates of an important event that he was to participate in. Maybe I'm being picky, but these are just setting off bells & whistles all over the place.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Out Of Left Field

I was supposed to meet up with the Mechanic for a night out. He and I haven't seen eachother all summer and have not kept up much contact. I was giddy with the idea of hanging out, going out for a dirnk, and makin' out with him. He called me at 2:00 and said "Hey. Whatcha doin'? I said waiting to hear what the plan was. He began to bark at me saying "Why do you need a f**n plan? I thought we'd just chill at my place with a bottle of wine." Hmmm. That was not what I had in mind. He had said dinner and drinks. Now we've been reduced to hanging out like highschoolers with a bottle to share. Nope.

I said "I thought we were going out?" He said "Why can't we just do this? Come over. We'll have a drink and then see where it goes." I said I wanted to go out as we had originally planned. So, where did he want to go? "Why the f do you need to go out? Why can't we just see what happens? Why do you need an f**n plan?" And in the background a coworker says "Because she is a woman, that's why." He threw a fit. I said to forget it. I said that this was all too immature and I wasn't going to waste my time or his. So I hung up. He calls again and yells at me. I'd like to point out that we never had a relationship so this is way too pointless to get worked up over.

He texts me "Maybe this is why you are 32 and alone". I sent back "You are too immature and I am not doing this." He then called repeatedly for the next two hours. So I finally called him back and said that I was not going to hang out that night. He became upset and couldn't understand why I wouldn't come out. Even if he said he was sorry. I explained that I am not used to people speaking to me in the manner which he did & that he insulted me with the rude text. He still dodn't get it and asked again why was it I wouldn't hang out if he apologized.

I left it with I'd call him soon.

So I called up KDP & we headed out for shopping & icecream. On my way to see her, the Whiner called! He wanted to know what I was doing and if he could join. I pointed out I was with KDP (whom he went on a date with & then never called---LOSER) and we'd call him afer we were done at the mall.

I figured he'd never show up, and KDP said call him to join us at Coldstone. Which he did. Shocker! It was uncomfortable for about two minutes & then things flowed. I asked KDP afterwards how she ahndled it & she pointed out that I said he was afraid to actually get what he claims he wants ina woman & its his problem if he freaked, not her's.

Note: the icecream was delish!