So...it's been quite a day. I feel on the verge of tears, but just the verge. Believe me the tears aren't for him, but for me and how...well I'll tell you that when I wrap up the story.
I did text him back. I texted after three hours, a real record if you know me at all.
Me: "Hey u were over here? Sorry I wasn't home."
Him: "Yes I was at my house. i wanted to talk to someone so i came by to see if you were around..."
Me: "Someone huh? lol...how flattering."
Him: "Well no i wanted to talk to you, that was the reason for my visit to town...i rented my house to a friend, now i am looking to buy a new one in town"
This confused me. He owns a house in town what the heck was he visiting the town for in the first place. So I being sick of texting picked up the phone and called him at work.
Long story short. He was in a pickle in his life. He'd moved in with a chick and it wasn't going well. He'd broken up with her four times in the last three months. And hey...he was thinking of me. And he wasn't and his quote "calling me to ask me to knit him a sweater." I said something pissed off like "what are you doing? You dump me to find yourself and you find yourself living with someone and then you call me when its not going well?". He told me he had to look me in the eyes and tell me the mistakes he'd made with me, yada yada yada. I said I was really busy. He responded by saying he couldn't break it off with the chick this weekend cuz its her birthday and he's not cruel. (WTF!!) I said I'm not interested in being your girl friend. He said he'd like to see me at some point. I reiterated my busyness.
He came over tonight unannounced.
We hugged like old friends. We talked for an hour and a half. He hadn't come to woo me back that was for sure.
He told me how beautiful and hot this new chick is. How she's nine years younger than he is (I'm the same age as he is). Mind you she's needy he says. (hotness over rides needy don't we know)
Everything he told me confirmed the alpha male hypothesis. In fact I launched into a discussion of his alphaness. How his "type" would like never be able to settle down because he couldn't help his quest for fresh pussy as it was so available to him. He admitted he could talk women out of their clothes in hours not days. I told him I believed him. He then got quite sad at imagining his life alone. I told him he'd never be alone, his type would always be able to secure women for short term exclusive relationships. I advised him to accept himself.
What does he see in me? Truthfully I think he sees me as a free psychologist. I work in the field enough so that I can sound plausible when I'm talking this crap. I told him my relationship with him had been ultimately good in the end because I'd been forced to look at what men want and learned about myself in the process.
I told him I'd never contact him, that I had no interest in being another complication in his confusing life. I meant it too.
My verging tears have more to do with the fact with the fact that my lack of relative hotness caused him to reject me. I'm simply not hot enough for this guy, that my friends is never a pleasent realization.
Good news is I'm not unlovable or even close to ugly so I have future chances. Yay!
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