It's been a whirlwind of a week to say the least. I met this guy on May 3rd at Champions. He was basically everything I wanted physically. He dressed nice. He had that edge to him that I love. But, he was smart, educated, and self-employed. I mean do these types of guys really exist? We hung out Friday until about 12:30 at Champions which was definitely spur of the moment. Saturday, we made a date for 6:00 p.m. to eat at Olive Garden. When I got there, he was already there. Which is major for me. We had an amazing time. After dinner, we decided we'd rent a movie but first we were going to drop his car off at my apartment. When we got to my apartment, we got sucked into over two hours of The Big Bang Theory. OH, and when he got out of the car, he had a dozen peach roses for me. We went to McDonald's about 10:00 p.m. and got him some coffee. We got back to my apartment and watched Silver Linings Playbook (which we both loved). He stayed until maybe 1:00 or 2:00. Sunday, we decided on Chinese for dinner. Since he's new to Fort Wayne, I decided I'd go pick him up and we would go eat. I did have a motive behind wanting to go pick him up. I wanted to see if he'd be like "Well, I'll be at my boy's house. You can pick me up there." I wanted to see if I'd actually pick him up where he told me he lived. And, he did. When he got into the car, he had a huge lollipop for me and a poem. We go to get Chinese (he paid again -- he also paid for Olive Garden) and again, had an amazing time. I took him back home and we sat in the car for about 45 minutes. Monday, he came over after work and yet again, we had an amazing time. We just sat and watched TV and talked. He definitely makes me laugh. Tuesday, we didn't get together. Wednesday, he came over and he wasn't feeling all that well. He had a tooth ache and had taken some pain medicine that was making him groggy. We decided on soup/salad for dinner at Olive Garden. We came back to my place and again just hung out and cuddled.
Let me say this too. When we were together, he said the sweetest things. He always told me how nice of a time he was having. That he hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time. Sometimes, I had to make myself not roll my eyes. Just because I'm so used to the bullshit, that it's hard to believe when someone is being genuine. Like Julia Roberts said in Pretty Woman, "the bad stuff is easier to believe."
Thursday we decided to make plans as well because he was going to be out of town from Friday until Sunday. Well Thursday rolled around and I texted him in the morning and said I was going to tell my sisters about him. This was a conversation we had the night before about telling people. He responded and said that made him happy. I sent this long email to my two sisters raving about him. Thursday afternoon rolls around and I texted him about 4:00 and asked if he was going to eat before he came over. I got no response. To sum up the rest of the night, I never heard from him. I called. I texted. I told him that if he was sleeping to call me no matter what time it was. So, he called me at 5:00 a.m. on Friday morning. He said he had went to the dentist and gotten some pain meds and they knocked him out. I had no reason to not believe him. He asked me to lunch so that we could see each other before he left.
Lunchtime rolls around and I leave to go meet him. To sum up the next hour or two (because it's too much typing and because thinking about it exhausts me), he never showed for lunch. I called he didn't answer. He called back. We fought and he hung up on me... twice. I have no idea where his anger came from. He said he had been throwing up from the pain meds. I said I wished he'd of called me before noon to tell me he wasn't coming. So, he ignores like the next hour of my phone calls and texts. I finally call back about 4:00 and he answers. He's apparently getting on the road to leave. So we talk again. And, we fight. He basically thinks he did no wrong. He is still yelling at me. I finally hung up on him. No one is going to talk to me like that or take that tone. So, I get some nasty text message about how I hung up on him and so he's done. Excuse me? You hung up on me twice earlier. I call back twice and he finally answers. The conversation did not go any better. He couldn't hear me so told me to call back when I got off of work. I called when I got home and he said he was using his GPS and he'd call me when he stopped.
I never heard from him. Saturday afternoon rolls around he texted me and said he was thinking about me and so we went back and forth for a bit. He even apologized! Said he wanted nothing more than to be with me. He called me later and we talked and I told him he can't take that tone with me and talk to me like that. He acknowledged what he had done (which I was shocked) and said that some of the things he said he said out of anger. Again, I was shocked. We had a really nice conversation. He said he was going to take a nap and would call me later.
Never heard from him. On Sunday, I called. I texted. Sunday night, I basically said I was done because I wasn't going to live my life always wondering what he was doing. He texted me right back and said he had just gotten out of the studio and he didn't know his phone wasn't getting service. He said some other nasty things. Not sure what fucking turnip truck he thinks I just fell off of. I never responded.
Since Sunday, he has texted me on Monday and Tuesday telling me how much his heart hurts. Monday, I responded with "mine too." Tuesday we texted back and forth very briefly and then he just stopped. And, another day I spent calling and texting and no response. Last night, I sent one final message that was quite lengthy and I haven't heard from him. I hope he just leaves me alone at this point. I'm done playing his games and listening to his sob story about how he lost me and how much his heart hurts.
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