You've GOT to be kidding, right?
I was going to let this go. I really was. I mean, for real now, who really cares about the trials and tribulations of singledom? Anyway, chatting with my friend @ShadowSister, she advised that I go ahead and post an update so no one is left wondering where I hid the body. 😉
As some of you may recall, I caved in last Saturday evening and allowed HIM to come for a run with me on Sunday morning. This was NOT a date by any stretch of the imagination, it was simply an agreement to share the side of the road for a bit.
Well, the agreed upon time came (5:00am) on Sunday morning and he was no where to be seen. I had already spent an hour stretching, practicing my taekwondo, and was ready to run. And I don't tolerate lateness in my life. But in this case, I did. I spent ten minutes shadow boxing so I wouldn't cool off and then, at 5:10, I headed off for my run. When I got back, he was there waiting for me thinking I had slept in. When he instead saw me coming back from my run, he accused me of standing him up. I might've had a few choice words for him 🤐 but a lady doesn't repeat such things. He then called me a bitch and I proceeded through the gate and down to my boat.
That was last weekend. I figured we were all done. I mean how do you come back from that, right? But several of you in the comments to last week's story thought he would appear again. For those of you not following the previous stories, last weekend was the 5th time this yahoo tried to ask me out. Anyway, two nights ago, Sunday night was attempt number six, if this can be counted as an attempt...
Sitting again at my favorite crab shack, facing the water, reading on my Kindle, enjoying the late afternoon/early evening light.
"Hey ... I'm sorry about last weekend," he said as he sat uninvited at my table.
"Sorry? For what?" I asked.
"You know, for last weekend."
"No, I'm sorry, I don't know. If you're sorry for something and want to apologize, then I'm afraid you need to give me more to go on." Yes, I can be like that.
"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch."
"Apology accepted," I replied and then turned back to my Kindle making an effort to ignore his continued presence at my table.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"I don't know. Are you done apologizing?"
"Well clearly you're still mad at me."
"Mad at you? I would need to care a hell of a lot more than I do about you in order to be mad."
"Why are you being like this?"
Begin crazy girl rant:
"Being like this? You're kidding, right?
I concluded the second time I ever saw you that there was zero chance of us even being friends never mind anything more and I thought I made that pretty clear, but no, you keep coming at me. So fine, last weekend I try to be nice and give you a break and agree to go running together. You complete blow me off and then you accuse me of standing you up, something by the way I've never done once in my entire life, and for icing on the cake, you call me a bitch for doing what I didn't do. You don't like military people, I'm in the military. You don't read, I read all the time. You don't sail, I live on a boat. You obviously spend more time in front of a mirror in a day than I do in a week. What precisely is it about me that you think you're so into?"
/Rant
(Obviously not an exact quote, but I basically dumped on him a ton of stuff.)
He sat there staring at me. Literally, just sat there in stunned silence.
"Look ... I like coming here. Obviously you do to. I'm a civil person; I like to think I'm even a nice person most of the time. Let's just agree to be civil and acknowledge that there's nothing here between us. Okay? Fair?"
He kinda-sorta agreed and just got up and walked away. I think my rant, which might have also been a bit louder than is polite at a dining establishment, shocked him. I'm sure it was longer than what I wrote above, but I don't honestly remember everything I said. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's done with me now! 🤣
As some of you may recall, I caved in last Saturday evening and allowed HIM to come for a run with me on Sunday morning. This was NOT a date by any stretch of the imagination, it was simply an agreement to share the side of the road for a bit.
Well, the agreed upon time came (5:00am) on Sunday morning and he was no where to be seen. I had already spent an hour stretching, practicing my taekwondo, and was ready to run. And I don't tolerate lateness in my life. But in this case, I did. I spent ten minutes shadow boxing so I wouldn't cool off and then, at 5:10, I headed off for my run. When I got back, he was there waiting for me thinking I had slept in. When he instead saw me coming back from my run, he accused me of standing him up. I might've had a few choice words for him 🤐 but a lady doesn't repeat such things. He then called me a bitch and I proceeded through the gate and down to my boat.
That was last weekend. I figured we were all done. I mean how do you come back from that, right? But several of you in the comments to last week's story thought he would appear again. For those of you not following the previous stories, last weekend was the 5th time this yahoo tried to ask me out. Anyway, two nights ago, Sunday night was attempt number six, if this can be counted as an attempt...
Sitting again at my favorite crab shack, facing the water, reading on my Kindle, enjoying the late afternoon/early evening light.
"Hey ... I'm sorry about last weekend," he said as he sat uninvited at my table.
"Sorry? For what?" I asked.
"You know, for last weekend."
"No, I'm sorry, I don't know. If you're sorry for something and want to apologize, then I'm afraid you need to give me more to go on." Yes, I can be like that.
"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch."
"Apology accepted," I replied and then turned back to my Kindle making an effort to ignore his continued presence at my table.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"I don't know. Are you done apologizing?"
"Well clearly you're still mad at me."
"Mad at you? I would need to care a hell of a lot more than I do about you in order to be mad."
"Why are you being like this?"
Begin crazy girl rant:
"Being like this? You're kidding, right?
I concluded the second time I ever saw you that there was zero chance of us even being friends never mind anything more and I thought I made that pretty clear, but no, you keep coming at me. So fine, last weekend I try to be nice and give you a break and agree to go running together. You complete blow me off and then you accuse me of standing you up, something by the way I've never done once in my entire life, and for icing on the cake, you call me a bitch for doing what I didn't do. You don't like military people, I'm in the military. You don't read, I read all the time. You don't sail, I live on a boat. You obviously spend more time in front of a mirror in a day than I do in a week. What precisely is it about me that you think you're so into?"
/Rant
(Obviously not an exact quote, but I basically dumped on him a ton of stuff.)
He sat there staring at me. Literally, just sat there in stunned silence.
"Look ... I like coming here. Obviously you do to. I'm a civil person; I like to think I'm even a nice person most of the time. Let's just agree to be civil and acknowledge that there's nothing here between us. Okay? Fair?"
He kinda-sorta agreed and just got up and walked away. I think my rant, which might have also been a bit louder than is polite at a dining establishment, shocked him. I'm sure it was longer than what I wrote above, but I don't honestly remember everything I said. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's done with me now! 🤣
26-30, F
