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Friday Night Drama

So the story for Friday is this:

He comes over for the first time and immediately starts commenting on my couch (it's a small loveseat that I bought when I had a studio, I am planning on getting a bigger one eventually but not now), my furniture and how old it looks! (it's my grandparents set from the 1960's. Old? yes, but have you priced a dining room set, lately?? This was free). Then he moves on to insult my TV and even my cable box! Dear L-rd are you kidding me?????

He had ordered a pizza for us and was having it delivered over to my place from a place that he orders from all the time. he's actually pretty close with the owner too. As we're waiting we're watching TV and I start setting the table and getting it ready when the pizza delivery guy knocks at my door. I have dishes in my hand so I go to the kitchen to put them down so I can open the door when he runs to get the door. No big deal, right?

Wrong. On his way into the dining room he says to me - "I know I'm really hungry so maybe I'm crabby but that was really rude of you. When someone's at your door you answer it - you don't leave them waiting". Uh, I had dishes in my hand so I was expected to carry those to the door just b/c the delivery person couldn't wait 30 seconds?? He was really quiet during dinner - which made it really weird - when he asked me how much he owed me for the dinner I had brought him from the restaurant...Uh....oops...I told him that u had brought it into work b/c I thought it would be gross by Sat. Plus, I gave it away b/c I knew he was heading out straight from my house. So what was he going to do, carry a shwarma around with him all night? I could have easily bought him a new one this week.

He got really mad at me and said - and I quote!! "Sometimes I feel like you just don't listen to me." LOL. We've been back in touch for 8 days, not married for 20 years. Who says stuff like that??? It was at that point that I called him the fucking drama queen and asked him to leave.

For the rest of the night, I could not stop laughing. Really, i saved myself a lot of aggravation! Oy, I can only imagine what's in store next for me.

It's a vicious cycle

Amazing. Last week, on a beautiful Chicago summer night, I decided to take a walk. My phone rang and it was a guy I was being set up with. 47 yrs old, has an MD but doesn't use it, never married. We chatted uncomfortably for about 20 minutes. During these 20 minutes, I found out that he categorizes his jdates and has over 100 profiles of girls he is interested in and I learned about his interest and desire to do medical research on a certain mental retardation. As he is chatting, I am interjecting with comments and questions (you know, it's usually called a conversation - give and take on both parts) and everytime I did, he just said "um, yeah, anyway... and continue on with his sentence. I am in no position to diagnose autism but I'm pretty sure he has it. He did ask me out for coffee and I said ok. (Why????) We have yet to set a date because I had a busy week ahead (legit).

So as I'm walking, I am thinking, "I need a drink. Why don't I have any normal guy friends that I can just hang and bitch too about dating??" I continue on and on my way home, I pass a guy who looks familiar..."DAN!" I yelled. It was an old friend with whom I had a fling about 5 years ago. We had lost touch as I started dating someone else and he drifted away. Plus, he was ALWAYS a drama queen and it just got exhausting to hang out with him.

But that was 2004/2005. It's now 2010. Maybe he's changed a little? As I would discover of the next 8 days, he has not. Oh dear L-rd. If anything he's worse.

We went out that night for a drink and decided to hang with a group of his friends the next night and that I would then, ahem...spend the night with him. He also told me that he wants to take this slowly as he thinks this might be something and doesn't want to screw it up by rushing anything - in and out of the bedroom. So I thought I was in for a relaxing relationship with some potential b/c hey, you never know.

Fast forward to his apartment and he too back everything his said about not rushing things. Awkward would be an accurate description of how that went. I will spare you dear reader(s) details, but let's just say he wasn't exactly complementing my skills in bed...Thanks, i feel like shit...so I got dressed and was ready to leave when he said, ok, let's work on this - it can work...so I stayed and things were a little less awkward the second time around.

We decided that we didn't need to be together 24/7 - thank G-d - but we did decide to meet up during the week. So all week, he was sending me cute texts, saying hi cutie, can't wait to see you' and "when can i see you again? I can't wait for the weekend". So we agreed to meet up late Thursday night after my family dinner.

My family and I happened to have eaten dinner at a restaurant he loves and asked me to bring him a specific dish for dinner. I called him when I got home at 8:15 and he said," thanks, but I think I am going to go out around 11 with these people I met last night. They're both in marketing and might have some connections for me, so just leave my sandwich, I'll pick it up tomorrow". Uh...what's wrong with this picture???

I live one mile away from him and while he spends hours at the gym, 1 mile is too far for him to go to see me. and his food. My mother once told me that if a guy really loves a girl, he will do anything to get to see her. Clearly, he isn't that interested. So I was mad at myself. and him. Where did my self esteem go?  If I am genuinely ok not being married or not being with anyone, then why is it that at the very possibility of a relationship, I get excited and lose myself?

Ugh...anyway, I brought his sandwich into the office the next day and gave it to my co-workers. Obnoxious maybe, but it was shawma in a thick lafa bread with dressings that would be gross by Sat. Plus, YOU SHOULD HAVE PICKED IT UP THURSDAY LIKE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO.

Friday night he came over around 7 and by 8:20 he had managed to piss me off so badly that I told him "you are the biggest fucking drama queen and I think you should go." His response, "you get dressed to leave but I'm the drama queen - fine". And with that, he was gone.

I will follow up with exact details of what happened in my next post.