Expectations, to an extent, are a bad thing. Standards are good things. Those shouldn’t be lowered or *gasp* ignored. Expectations, however, are a tricky thing. You can’t expect people to act the way you want them to. Everyone operates with their own set of ‘tools’. Some people are, in fact, tools themselves.
Not sure if I ever mentioned that I actually met Repo Man when I was in my old hometown a few months ago. He was sweet as can be. He picked me up from the airport, took me out to lunch and then dropped me off where I needed to be. We got along great. He’s very cute. In looks and personality. He was sweet and nice and complimentary and smart and insightful. I liked him. Pretty sure he liked me too. What a nice feeling. When he dropped me off, he got out of his truck and handed me my suitcase. And he kissed me. Uhm….. While it wasn’t the worst thing in the universe, it was unexpected and as we’d had Mexican food for lunch it was a tad bit onion-y. Weird.
Although I was seeing Mr. OoT at the time, I continued to communicate with Repo Man. He was super flirty and kept suggesting that we have a do-over of the kiss. He was seeing someone as well at the time. I was very careful about how I responded. I had a pretty good idea that he was ‘Plan B-ing’ me again. You know, if the current girlfriend doesn’t work out, there I’d be. He’d done it twice to me before. I guess I was doing the same thing to him. As we live in different states, I kind of considered it a non issue.
As it turns out, it WAS a non issue. Although he was the one to always text me and while I was careful to never discuss Mr. OoT, he would usually mention his girlfriend and how he was pretty sure she wasn’t the one. Yup, both times we were supposed to meet before he was dating someone else who wasn’t the one either. As he apparently likes to cram square pegs into round holes (nope, not a euphemism), he would go silent when he decided to give these women ‘one more chance’. Whatevs.
Needless to say, he went silent. After an hour or so of texting one night, he opted to send me a photo of he and his current square peg. Uh, thank you? Weird. I told him they made a cute couple. I thought that was more polite than responding “why the fuck did you just send that to me?’ And that, my friends, brings to a close the latest chapter in Repo Man & Grey Goose a couple never meant to be.