Holy mother of God.
D texted me this morning but I left my phone at home today and didn't get the message until just now. Here is a synopsis of the shortest text conversation I have ever had:
D: Hey how's it going? Do anything cool on the weekend? I am going to call you tonight after [the kid] is in bed if its okay.
Me: Sorry forgot the phone at home today and only just got in. Don't feel obligated to call and talk. I'm pretty sure i know which direction the wind is blowing your sails.
D: If you mean that I sense we aren't compatible for long term, but that I would like to continue having fun with you on a casual basis. Then yes, you know my winds. If you not cool with that, I want to continue professionally with you wothout [sic] missing a beat
Fucking guy. Sure knows how to make a woman feel like a piece of meat. Jerk.
Monday, June 8, 2009
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D is clueless. He doesn't even know he's a jerk. Grey at least knows he's a jerk and proudly wears it on his sleeve. That would be the sleeve of his smokey camel-hair sports coat.
One piece of dutch-uncle advice from my recent mishap; if you're going to ride that Ducati again (and you probably will), insist on a helmet. One saved my life.
Don't worry love, I won't even consider getting on a bike without a full head of helmet. I don't want my parents to have to fly to Canadia to scrape my head off the road. I know I don't have enough protective gear (gloves, shoes etc) but he was being careful with me. He only went fast on straight highway bits and only when there weren't any other cars around. He almost lost one of his baby brothers doing a catwalk on the highway. He was 17 but it stuck with him for 23 years. So I guess he's not a total idiot :)
D. Yeah. Idiot. From now on, you vet all men before I spend any time alone.
Wait, what's a dutch-uncle? Is that like aunt flo? ;)
Heh, I'm sure you confuse me as much as the men in your life confuse you. Trust me.
GH, I'm not confused. His position is very, very clear. Binary, even. I am so tired of men saying they want to date me and then turning around and saying they don't like me enough to want to know me forever but they'll gladly help me out of my clothes. I must be a terrible person or something. I'm going back to my dating detox. Besides, who has time for this kind of crap?
OMG! Elusive- your last comment applies 100% to me! I also suffer this constant "I don't want a relationship, but we can hang out (read "have sex")" speech! Ugh...like you, I'm beginning to feel like something is wrong with me! I see other women just fall into relationships with no problem. WTF?
Ugh I know. I'm so tired of being the girl that guys just want to sleep with but not stick around and hold hands forever and ever amen. Sigh. Maybe I'm just too picky. Or maybe I'm seriously defective. Or both?
wow...guy knows how to get to the point.
how many random licks must we take before we find our center of the tootsie roll pop? the world may never know.
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