That must really hurt… Having a concrete wall in front of yer face -preventing your brain from working properly- as thick as that… and it must be a heavy load to carry around…
WTF am I going on about? I am referring to Mr Potential Drinks Date a.k.a. Stupid Guy… Remember him? He’s back… Or at least he is “attempting” to get back into the picture…
He called me Saturday pm, out of the blue… I never heard from him again after his “icey” OK-goodbye on the phone early June… I cut my losses and never thought about the fucktard again… HIS loss…
So he apparently decided it would be a great idea to call me, just casually…
SG: “Hi. Are you busy tonight? Wanna go out for a drink together? “
DB: * blank stare * “OMFG! Are you seriously asking me out on a date, just like that?“
SG: “Ehm… yes, is that not allowed?”
DB: “Look, I am not busy, but let’s not go there“
SG: “Why? What do you mean?”
DB: “What I mean is that I haven’t heard from you in months and I think it would be best to keep it that way, considering…“
SG: “Ehm… I don’t get it”
DB: “Obviously“
SG: “What happened?”
DB: “Do you remember at all what happened all those times we triéd to set up a date in the past ehm… year or so?“
SG: “Well, so far it didn’t work out, aside from meeting for coffee once”
DB: “Right. And you don’t handle that very well, do you?“
SG: “Ehm… what makes you say that?”
DB: “The sighing, the irritated tone of voice, the “icey” goodbye’s, the cutting off a phone call just like that, the vanishing off the face of the earth for months on end afterwards“
SG: “Well, I have no other reason for that other than I have just been really busy”
DB: “That is the lamest excuse ever. FYI: I don’t handle people who act like that towards me very well“
SG: “Oh ehm… I’m sorry. So… shall we go out for a drink today?”
DB: “Again: No. Let’s not go there. Let’s just cut our losses and call it quits, shall we?“
SG: “I don’t see why”
DB: “Well, as far as I’m concerned thát is exactly why. You can’t go around being a total shit, vanish, and then contact me again like nothing happened and expect me to be over the moon about going out for a drink with you“
SG: “Ok Ok, I know. So drinks?”
DB: “No N-O. Call someone else. Just don’t call me again“
SG: “Oh, come one! I would love to go out with you! I am crazy about you!”
DB: “If that’s true I shudder to think how you treat people you just “like”…“
SG: “So I fucked up? Totally?”
DB: “Yes“
SG: “OK… well, it’s no use talking to you like this… I’ll call you later this week and give you a chance to re-think”
DB: * blank stare *
I decided not to answer that and just put down the phone… It amazes me how thick some guys can be… WTF is that!?? Since when did “NO” stop meaning “NO”? Or is (the meaning of) the word deleted from their fucktard 
brain from an early age? Do they have to take a course in this shit or does it come naturally? Or is this the “spinning a web of seduction” thing?
Can you say DROP KICK?
It’s really not my choice to be single forever, but if this is my other option I think I’ll hold out just that l-i-t-t-l-e bit longer… And for the record: I don’t give a shit he drives a Porsche convertible, has 2 other vintage cars in his garage and a beautiful 2nd house in France. Fuck him. I hope he’s happy with his cars and his real estate! I hope he finds a woman who is as thick as he is… or one who owns her very own pneumatic drill… If not, he hasn’t got a chance in hell!!!
comments to her birthday post. She barely got halfway… Come On People! We gotta pul together on this one! I can’t be… I won’t be held responsible for what happens if she doesn’t make that goal within a few days… I mean: by the looks of it she likes wearing the same sharpish stilleto heels I like to wear… Just saying…
