Gone Again

So the British guy is no more. Yet another short lived New York affair...

He told me last week at the last moment that he had an out of town visitor coming in for the weekend. OK, I thought, no biggie. I'd let him hang with his friend and not say anything about seeing each other while the friend was around. So I sent him a text on Friday, the first day the friend got in. I just sent a nice, cute little text saying that I was thinking of him.

No answer back.

So I waited a day or two, thinking that they were busy catching up and he just didn't pay attention to the first text. Or maybe he saw it, smiled and kept on hanging out. I sent another one, saying something along the lines of "Where are you?"

No answer.

OK. At that point I was puzzled and a little pissed. We had been spending a lot of our free time together and I thought that we were kind of cool with each other. I mean, we layed on the couch, watched movies together, ordered food in all the time, fooled around, took showers together--you know, couple stuff. Yet now, here I was all of the sudden out in the lurch. And for no reason I could think of. I was just cast away!! So I let another day or two go by and I sent another text in which I said, "Not quite sure why you have stopped speaking to me..."

Still no answer.

Until the next day. He sent me a text which he said that he was sorry he was MIA and that he was an idiot, he thought he lost his phone during the weekend but it he finally found it in his store. What a crock of shit. And I told him I didn't believe it. And then guess what? You guessed it, no answer after that. So at that point I had had it. That switch that you have inside, you know the one that is on for someone you care about but can be switched off when you are so through with them? Mine switched off, and then broke off so it could not be turned back on again. So I sent a text stating that I didn't want to see him. Then all of the sudden I get texts saying that he wants to see me and he's sorry. I told him that he could state his case to me in person at work.

Now before I tell you the crock of bullshit he layed on me, I must state that it was at this time that it hit me that that motherfucker was hanging out with another woman. Think about it. If he had a guy friend in town, he would have at the very least answered my texts or given me a call. In my experience what guys do is bring their friends around to show off the new girl they're seeing. If that had been a male friend, he would have invited me out with them or swung by my bar, sat for a few free beers and he would have shown me off. I know how guys operate. But he didn't do any of that. So that's how I knew it was a woman he had over. I told him in one of my texts that I suspected he did and it turns out I was right.

He comes to the bar, sits down and spun me this tale about how he knew this woman before me, made plans for her to visit this weekend. He said that he told her about me. And then toward the end of her visit, she tells him that she wants to be with him and to dump me, and he was totally surprised by her plea. He said that he let her know that he couldn't do that, and she got embarrassed and called up the airline to make he flight out earlier because she was embarrassed.

Umm. OK. First off, I bet he knew that woman had feelings for him, hence his keeping his distance from me. If he had told her about me, it would have been no problem to text or call me. He would have brought her to my bar and had us meet. But he knew that she liked him, or even deeper than that, he was playing the game, that explains why I hadn't heard from him. What an asshole. It wasn't like we were exclusive or anything, he didn't have to try to keep this woman from me. But he's so stupid that he has NO GAME and fucked this all up big time in like the worst possible way!! This goes down in the annals of the "Worst Game" Hall of Fame, and we're not talking about sports guys... Ugh. I feel so stupid now for hanging out with a guy that is that retarded!! And by the way, he had no ass either, but I let it slide for the accent. Who's the bigger loser, me or him?!?! (At this point, you are supposed to say him.) And this on the heels of the no furniture having loser.

God....