So sometimes, I’ll admit, I get a little big for my britches. No, I don’t mean literally as I won’t fit into my pants , well actually i guess that does happen sometimes, but on occasion, rarely (is this the longest run-on sentence ever?) I get a little bit cocky. About having 2 different sets of guys to meet. In the same night. And usually this can lead to no good.
Case in point: I was supposed to meet Lil’ Red tonight for the 1st time. As I still hadn’t heard from him this morning about meeting up, I had decided to tell him that I already made other plans. Needless to say, when he texted me at noon to see if we were still on for tonight, I reply ‘sure!’. Ugh, I suck. Anyway, in the previous post I ranted about his love of calling me a friggin’ cougar (boo) and my bitchtastic text. Could I have been nicer or more diplomatic? You bet. Was I? Hell no. In the end, it comes down to the fact that although I think he would be great to meet and a lot of fun, it most likely would never turn into anything serious (yeah, i know, that anything ever does with me ;-)). Anyway, when last I blogged to you (loser, party of one?) I had not heard back from him after my snipey text. Well he responded. With this:
“E, I was attempting to have a little fun with you. I thought we were bantering back and forth. The cougar thing was said in jest (apparently all 150 times) not mean to to degrade or berate you by any means. How about let’s hold off on having that drink tonight … but maybe we’ll see each other around town sometime (uh, right). If you’re interested, I think you’d be a good match for my business partner. Hope the rest of your day is great!”
Er, okay, no biggie on him blowing me off. I sorta deserved it. I was rude. What’s up with him trying to set me up with his business partner though? Looking back, sorta thinking that was his plan all along as remember last week when he wanted me to meet he and his business partner out for a drink? I guess he’s the internet dating version of a wingman. I made nicey nicey with Lil’ Red, apologized for being a bitch, and told him that if he thinks his business partner would be a good match for me because he’s really old, he’s in big trouble. I am presently trying to find out why he thinks the nameless business partner would be a good match for me. Is he an ass? Is he socially retarded? Is he the opposite of an alpha male? Who knows? I’m easy though (no, not that way as my dry spell clearly shows), so what the hell? If he wants to set me up, sight unseen, then er, god help the business partner. 😉
So that’s the end of plan #1 for tonight. Onto plan #2.
Was going to meet Finger Foods and one of his (cute) friends out for happy hour tonight. Finger Foods told me on Tuesday where they were going and at what time, but being as he’s such a tremendous flake, I needed to reconfirm. So I text him today. Okay, back up, so I, wanting to play cool and collected and nonchalant, waited until 4 fucking o’clock to text him to see if he and ‘friend’ were still going to happy hour and if so, would it be okay if I joined them. Yeah, I haven’t heard back. I don’t trust that he’s where he said he would be enough to just ‘pop in’, plus it’s across town. Great. I have effectively fucked up 2 plans tonight. I’m outta options.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I could head to the sports bar down the street to see what sorta trouble I could get into there or I could just go to the store and happy hour at home. Damn I suck. Oh, and all my friends suck for being married too. Damn them!
Oopsie Finger Foods just texted …………..gotta go! 😉