At this point, I hear a voice echoing in my ears of my best friend, "60 percent enemy-my-my-my"
The first week or so was pretty awesome. We talked every day and laughed a lot. Finally, I went to go see him. All his friends knew everything about me and were very welcoming. I thought to myself, wow! I finally found a guy who genuinely likes me for me!
Then came that evening when the shock most girls have nightmares about. Finding out the gent who you like so much... is lacking in other areas. Between that an excessive amount of drinking... the bedroom scene was pretty lack luster.
That's okay, I steeled myself. I figured that I'm a demon in the sack and whatever skill or size he lacks, I can work around. Of course, I was just kidding myself. Too much was going wrong and I was too far in denial to run.
Denial is not just a river in Egypt:
Late one night, after a couple rounds of "How do you spell Nickleback" and "You gotta listen to this song." I'd finally given up and went to bed alone at 2am when I had to work the next morning.
He came to bed about 4am, when his phone started blowing up. Finally, after a couple texts, I asked who he was talking to. He handed me his phone and I discovered that I wasn't the only lady in his life. I was one of 4. Strike 1!
Eventually, after some drama and some screaming, he attempted to make up with me, and proceeded to pass out drunk on top of me.
After escaping, the texts began. I shant bore you with the details, but I threw down a gauntlet of things he had to accomplish. He toed the line and everything seemed to be on it's way to improving. Then a text came, the exact same wording he sent to 3 of the 4 other girls in his phone he was talking to. Strike 2!
Being very upset about this, I told a very close friend, who got his number, called him and threatened him. Lawlerskates. Dude, didn't get the picture and still tried to patch things up. I finally broke it off, and told him that he wasn't ready for a relationship, and I'm not willing to deal with bullshit. He was very confused and tried to show me how I'm the only girl he wants.
Caving in, I was willing to go see him. On my way out there I got a text saying that I should turn around, that his roommate didn't want me there because he was mad at me. "Turn around and don't come. You cause too much drama." At that point, I was woah done. I asked to no longer have contact with him, ended our facebook relationship and deleted him from my life.
Then came the text that made this whole blog worth writing. Here is an exact transcription from my phone:
Stupid Boy: We need to talk. About us.
Me: There is no us.
SB: What do you mean? Are you mad at me?
Me: Do you remember last night?
SB: I remember everything, I was sober.
SB: What? 'Cause you flipped out when Mike was mad at you?
... other texts
Me: The point is you didn't defend me and threw me under the bus when you were on very thin ice to begin with.
SB: What?
Me: If you can't see that, it's over.
SB: What's over?
Me: This conversation. This relationship.
SB: What do you mean?
Me: I have no idea how easily you are confused.
Me: Don't think too much about it.
SB: What? Seriously?
Me: How did you expect this to go?
SB: Like this
Me: Awesome, making sure it's all done.
SB: What's done?
Me: This conversation. This relationship.
SB: If that's what you want.
Me: What I wanted was that you actually cared. That you give a damn.
SB: I do give a damn. Can't you tell?
Me: Not enough to put in an actual effort. You wouldn't have told me to turn around. You would have been on my door step last night trying to fix this.
SB: You know I can't drive (too many DUI's)
Me: Convenient. How about we try this again in a few months when you have your license back, and put in one 10th the effort I did in this relationship.
SB: What? I jumped through every hoop to make you happy and you flip out on me.
Me: Except for standing up for me. Telling me I'm not wanted and making me waste my gas going out there and making me turn around.
SB: Whatever
Pause for 3 hours:
SB: Crazy question?
SB: Will you come out and see me tonight?
Me: Hell no, Ass Spelunker!
SB: What?
Me: Look it up on urban dictionary. Don't hurt yourself too much thinking about it.
SB: Dont talk to me anymore phyco [psycho] go see a doctor about bipolar because u have it
Me: Finally. You get the picture that I don't want to talk to you anymore.
SB: Ok by bitch.
Me: I fucked my ex.
*pause for 4 hours*
SB (at 2am): Have fun,with sex buddy lol
Yeah... wow. **sighs**
Really? REALLY?!?!
