My Summer Guy

Well I forgot to tell of the guy I was seeing for a bit this summer. A real piece of work. We were together for about two months, I knew it wasn't going to last after about two weeks. Why didn't I end it then? Oh I don't know. I think it was a combination of his being uber-sensitive and the fact that he was tall and good looking. However, as you know, when you aren't into the person anymore, the looks don't matter. So in essence, what it comes down to is that I let it drag on because he was tall. God how sad...

Well the problems all started when I realised that he didn't have anything going on in his life. He only worked two nights a week (bartender) and other than that, he did nothing. He wasn't taking any classes, wasn't working on a novel, wasn't saving up to buy a boat, wasn't painting, wasn't doing anything--nothing!! One night he got totally drunk--we had only been together about two weeks--and he went on a tirade about how the things I told him about my dreams, my plans for the future, didn't include him. Umm....let me repeat that. My dreams about the future--things I had planned LONG before I had even met him--didn't include him. Two weeks I had been with him, and he was mad that I didn't include him in my life long dreams... It was like he expected me to be his everything now that we were dating because he was doing nothing.

But it went even way beyond that. He didn't have any furniture!! Yeah, I swear, he didn't have any furniture. He didn't have a couch, table, no dressers, bureaus, desk, chairs, lamps, shelves, end tables, anything!! All he had was a futon-like bed in the bedroom and a coffee table in the front room (he lives in a two room apartment) that had crap all over it. So not having a couch made it seem like he didn't even have that coffee table with the crap all over it. What did we do when we watched DVD's that he played on his PS2 you ask? Sat on the floor. Yes, you heard right, we sat on the floor. I tried to give it a shot, but after a couple of times of bruising my ass trying to give this guy a chance, I got over it....real fast. I even stormed out of his house one night angry that he had me sitting on the floor in his house. I mean, he didn't even buy oversized pillows or anything to throw on the floor for us to hang!! Not only that, he didn't have a cell phone, no internet, no cable, no satellite radio, not even a working television!! The TV that he had worked on an antenna, and he got it third-hand from a friend of his, and the picture was totally fucked. When trying to watch a Jets game one Sunday, I swear I couldn't tell which team was which because the picture was so bad. And he also had an old school stereo, you know, the kind that you had back in college--the one piece unit that had the three CD changer, the tape player and the radio...which also used an antenna. And he didn't even have any CD's. No DVD's.

So what did I do when I stayed over at his place you ask? Nothing. We just got there after a night of drinking, fooled around, then woke up and I would do my best to get the hell out of there. Would you believe his apartment was a fucking dead zone for my cell, I couldn't even get on the web on my phone. It was horrible!! And the longer I hung out there, the worse it got. I tried to give him a chance, but it became totally clear hat he didn't have a thing to offer to the relationship...at all.

But he wanted me to be with him all the time. He'd get mad at me when I told him I had to get home so I could do things like my banking, emailing, blogging and even general laying on the couch to watch movies, things I could not do at his bullshit apartment. He treated me as if I were to drop everything I had going on in my life for the relationship. Like I was supposed to be in some fantasy love cocoon with him and watch the world go by together as he had alone all those years.

Sure buddy.

Needless to say, it ended way too long after it should have: two months. Thank god he has the good sense to stay away from me and not bother me, which I think is because he knows that he's fucking crazy.

Why are there so many crazy, un-cute guys in New York City?!?!