So we are sitting in the car, I’m pissed. I want him to go, I’m tired, and he’s being persistent.
Him: Hey, is that Ben’s Chili bowl? I’ve never eaten there. Have you? Do you wanna go?
Me: It’s alright. I only eat there when I’m drunk. No, I’m tired.
Him: You sure, I’ve never had it.
Me: You mean to tell me, you’ve been here for 10 years and you never went (What a bunch of F’n bull, during the week he told me he hung out in D.C. all the time)
Him: I live in MD
Me: But you’re here every weekend, and you went to school down the street? Where do you live, I’ll drop you off. (I’m frustrated & am not in the mood to argue...)
Him: It’s late, you sure. I can just stay at your place, I’m not gonna do anything...
Him: Well you can stay at my place. I feel bad. I don’t want you on the road this late. You sure you ok to drive?
Me: Yes. I’ll get a red bull.
Him: You can stay at my place. I promise you, I’ll sleep on the floor.
During the drive, he asks me if I want to stop at IHOP. He kept saying anything to prolong my agony. I pull through a drive-through. The ride is about 35 minutes. He’s trying to make small talk over my blaring Common CD. I’m trying to drown his voice out. I’m mad at myself for breaking my own rule...no dates on Saturday night. My thoughts drift to Brian, I want to call him, but by this time, it’s shortly after 3am. The only bonus is, he put gas in my truck...not that, that was a super bonus, because I didn’t get home until 4:05am...I was beyond pissed.
Cons: Such Toolery. Taking 3 shots back to back does not impress me. Thinking I'm going to fall for the, "I'll sleep on the floor, I promise" is pure ignorance. Not being man enough to leave at a decent time, or make the proper arrangements, to make sure your grown ass gets home, is major cool points lost... Dressing, like a reject from Tools R Us, is such a turn off...
Suffice it to say, he doesn't get a second chance.
In Other News:
Sunday I was supposed to go on a date with J.B. But after the debacle with James, I didn’t feel like being bothered, so I cancelled. I text’d Brian to see if he wanted to join me. Brian salvaged what was left of my painful, sleep deprived weekend. Tomorrow, I meet his daughter, brother and Mom...
Yesterday, Mr. Henry called me because he wanted something. It’s funny, he was pissed last week, because I wouldn’t do the horizontal dance with him. I didn’t hear from him all week, then he calls me, because he needs a “favor”. I told him about himself and told him I couldn’t help him...I don’t give a fuck if he’s pissed.
Tony text’d me last night, and asked if we are “still friends”.
Something is definitely in the water...