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Fireworks, Lies & Burgers July 11, 2019

So the plan was for Mr. OoT and I to spend a few days together in his hometown over the 4th of July.  I blocked out my calendar and didn’t take any jobs for 4 days.  4 whole days! Sounds ridiculous, right? 4 days would be the most time we’ve spent together (aside from trips taken) since last year.  We all know I hate his hometown.  As I realized we had been struggling (I’d have to be a complete moron not to), I opted to take the bullet. 😉

 

The day before he was supposed to come home from work (July 1st), we had a huge fight over the phone (over absolutely nothing) he basically told me to fuck off and never contact him again.  As that’s just not my style, I proceeded to call him back.  TEN times!  Feel free to unfollow me now.  In the space of being sent to voicemail ten times I spanned the breakup emotions: panic, fix it mode, super sad, super pissed and finally, just fucking embarrassed that I had reduced myself to this.

 

Okay fine.  We’re done.  Good riddance.  Too bad he owed me some $$$ that I needed to get from him. He’s always paid me back and I guess he could have paypal-ed it (I roll old school like that because, well, I’m old), but wanted the cash in my hand.

 

Long story short (HA, just kidding, are any of my stories short?), I saw him over the weekend.  July 6th, I think.  When I invited myself to his family’s bbq.  Damn, this story does NOT make me sound like a sane individual.  Moving on.  It comes out that he had taken some other girl to his family’s house on the 4th of July.  Uhm, what the ever living fuck?! Like just showed up with someone other than me when everyone was expecting me.  Like it was completely normal.

 

When I let him have it for that and tried (unsuccessfully) to explain how shitty it was for him to be able to move on so fast, he kept saying that it just happened.  It wasn’t planned. He wasn’t looking. She was a friend of a friend’s girlfriend.  It was a set up.  It all sounded like bullshit to me.  And was.  Come to find out (via snooping through his phone like a psycho) that he had been chatting with her since March when we were broken up (that’s when the initial ‘set up’ took place, so being as he thrives on word games and technicalities, he wasn’t lying about the ‘set up’ part, just the timing. Asshole).  He didn’t chat with her for a few months, but I noted, while being a super sleuth psycho, that he started back up talking to her in May and then started hard core flirting in June.  Before said July 1st breakup.

 

The messages were flirty and familiar.  Like they HAD met before.  Like he HAD been to her house.  Like she HAD been to his. All things he denied.  His main arguing point (aside from the complete violation of trust thing in going thru his phone which he was trying to flip onto me being the bad person) was that we were broken up.  Uhm, but we weren’t in May.  Or in June.  His whole ‘it just happened and I met her for the 1st time on the 4th of July’ was a lie.  A big one. While he did just meet her in person last week, he HAS been to her house.  She HAS been to his.  There was some sort of a sleepover situation on the 4th of July.  All things I found out via snooping, not his owning up.

 

All a moot point now as we’re done. For him to have moved on so quickly and to have basically arranged his ‘plan B’ before we were even done makes him a horrible human being.  Not telling me makes him a horrible human being. For as intelligent as Mr. OoT is, he has some huge dumbass tendencies.  #1 being his ability to underestimate me.  He has ‘tells’.  A lot of them.  I like puzzles.  When a piece doesn’t fit, I figure it out. I knew something was going on.  I knew he had someone else waiting in the wings.  I should have been the one to pull the plug……

 

Exciting News! January 4, 2017

Filed under: bad dates,dating,internet dating,single — Grey Goose, Dirty @ 8:20 pm
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No, not really, just wanted to see if you were paying attention.  I just got home from a much needed and very extended vacation in my ‘happy place’.  Did that sound dirty?  It wasn’t.  Although I wish it would have been.  Alas, no bike riding options.  Not that I even remember how to ride a bike, but I digress.

As today is my 1st official ‘reality’ day of 2017 back home (boo) it has been a fun filled day of doing laundry, going through a stack of mail that was the height of a small child and yes, fielding text messages from nothings gone by.

I texted with Repo Man a bit while I was away.  And by a bit, I mean for about an hour, once.  I also heard from presumed married guy before I left with an uber convincing ‘I’m going to visit my sister, so won’t be in touch, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year’.  Now, unless his sister lives in Antarctica, that shouldn’t prevent him from being in touch.  Being with his wife and kids and texting from his online volp internet number to look like a cel number from his laptop would however.

As I was driving home I got a text from PMG (get it? presumed married guy) wishing me a happy new year and saying he hopes he gets to meet me in a couple of weeks.  I think not.

Tonight I also got a text from Repo Man just checking in and wanting to know how I am.  As I last proclaimed that it didn’t bother me that I was ‘Plan B’ as I want to be his last date, not his 1st, I have had a change of heart.  I don’t want to be anyone’s Plan B!  I debated whether or not to respond at all and then being the strong and independent woman of 2017 and knowing full well that I shouldn’t be texting with someone who is dating someone else, I responded.  What?  You couldn’t possibly be surprised by that.

As I did wait 2 hours to respond, he was just walking into a meeting (no, not AA … I don’t think).  He sent a reply of ‘I have a lot of exciting news to share with you, so we’ll need to catch up soon; maybe by phone?’.  Uhm, nice teaser text.  What?  He’s engaged?  He’s in love?  He’s moving far, far away?  He’s decided he likes men?  He’s moving in with Plan A?  He’s dumped Plan A and has decided, sight unseen, that I’m the gal for him? He stubbed his toe?  He got a nose ring?  Yeah, guessing none of the above.   Guess I’ll have to wait for that ever elusive phone call …….as will the 2 of you.