I just read a post from After I Quit My Day Job (sorry, too lazy to post a link ~ look to your right, she’s in my blog roll) that reminded me of 2 very strange guys that I once dated. Yes, the fact that everyone I used to date was strange doesn’t help, but oh well. So here is a story from days gone by regarding 2 different guys who suffered from the same affliction (being an asshole). 😉
I think it was my junior year in college, I was out at a bar one night and met a great (ha) guy. Of course we were both drunk (i spent most of my college years in such a state, but still managed to graduate with a 3.72 out of 4.0, so not too shabby if you ask me). We hung out, we danced, we drank, we made out in the parking lot. Yup, my penchant for mashing with men I’ve just met dates back a loooooong time. Anyway, he was from out of town and just here for the weekend. Damn it. Oh well, we still had the weekend. So we spent the entire weekend together. Went out, stayed in, talked about everything and really seemed to connect on a lot of different levels. Anyway, come Monday morning, he has to leave. Our goodbyes are exchanged, hugs, kisses, phone numbers, addresses and all else. I think I managed to squeeze out a couple of tears actually. It really was a great 4 days. Now fast forward about 2 weeks and I am at my favorite fraternity house for a party (big surprise) and who do I see across the dance floor?! Holy shit! Yey! He must be back in town! With a huge grin on my face, I walk over to say hello to him and give him a hug and he says, and I can pretty much quote this all these years later ‘uh, have we met before? my name is *****’. What the fuck? As I apparently was more of a trusting dumbass than I am now, I was confused as hell about how we could have such a great time together, share all the things we did, and he not remember me. Then it hits me. Uh, if he was only in town for ‘the weekend’, why did he have an apartment? The dumb fucker made the whole thing up! He wasn’t from out of town. He lived there, went to school there and was even friends with a bunch of guys at my favorite fraternity house! Holy shit! I think this is when my distrust of all things male began. 😉 I still shake my head at being such a patsy.
I’d like to say that my ‘radar’ with guys improved over the years, but sadly, not so much. A few years after I graduated I met another terrific guy. No clue where, but we really hit it off. We dated for probably a month or so before I told him that I was planning on moving to Boise. I was not happy about finally meeting a terrific guy right before my plans to move, but everything was already in place and I really wanted to go. While I hoped that he would be okay with ‘trying’ long distance, or being okay with exchanging visits or whatever, he was not. He didn’t want to ‘get serious’ with someone who was leaving in a month. Although I was very sad, I understood. He was a really good guy. Sweet and handsome and smart and just a nice, nice guy. Damn my timing. The week before I am leaving, I head to South Scottsdale for a St. Patrick’s Day block party and see him! How nice to be able to say goodbye and to make sure he knew how much I really did like him and was sorry that I messed what seemed to be going great, up by leaving. I walk up to him and give him a big ole’ hug. And he totally pushes me away and says ‘who are you?’. Okay look, sure i’ve mistaken strangers for people I know before, but THIS WAS THE GUY. It had only been 3 weeks for fuck’s sake! Needless to say, I didn’t take this slight as well as my college one as I could not believe that this was happening to me again! I gave him one more chance to admit that he was just being a dick, and then I opted to be the bigger person by walking away. But not before I let his friends know what an asshole he was and that he had a tiny penis (which he actually didn’t, but I’m a vindictive bitch that way). The whole rest of the party I’m replaying everything in my mind and trying to figure out how/why someone so seemingly nice would pull such a dick move. I kept waffling back and forth between maybe it not really being ‘him’, but just a doppelgänger and actually being him. Needless to say, I’ve hated St. Patrick’s Day ever since.
Really? What the hell is wrong with guys that they can’t just admit to being assholes? What would have been so hard about either of these guys having just said ‘hi’ and leaving it at that. Why go the extra step of acting like they didn’t know me? No, I wasn’t the needy, clingy mess that I am apparently now regarding guys. I was the fun, let’s get together, call if you want (or don’t), many other options sorta gal. I am, and was, a fairly intelligent person. Why do I not see the inner shithead in guys up front?
Oh, and for those of you who have in the back of your minds that I did mistake strangers for both of these guys, just know that when I was actually leaving the block party, ‘he’ was standing by the exit and said under his breath ‘good luck in Boise’. Dumb fucker!