Well from the title of this blog, ya'll know I'm one pissed chic. That is a very true statement. I know I had mentioned I had my very first date about a month ago and I thought everything was great between us and I was totally wrong. I could have sworn that the seeing the guys from my past in that 24 hour period was a sign to me not to screw this up with this guy but oh gosh was I wrong. It was more like a warning that this guy is a total dousche bag and to stay the hell away. But, of course I didn't get that message and I got screwed over by yet another guy.
I never really realized how niave I actually was until this guy who I'll just say is Bob (because I don't to say this guy, that guy every time I want to insert his name in.) started feeding me excuse after excuse about why we couldn't hang out after the dinner date thing. I truly just wanted to believe him so badly because I honestly thought that he might like me. Wow, I sound really dumb right now but seriously thats how I felt. I mean to be honest I was on my best "behavior" when he and I went out. I'm to the point now where I actually am disgusted with myself because I let this "Bob" lie to me for so long. And, I'm sure some of you are probably thinking how do I know he's lying. Well lets just say not only are his excuses horrible, I know for a fact that right now he is on the site where he messaged me and you don't get on there unless you've given up on the person your talking to.
The first excuse was food posioning and since I can totally see that happening I let it slide, but I don't think that it normally lasts 5 days. And if someone reading this knows anything about food posioning at all just please let me know, can it really last that long?
The second excuse was that he was going to visit his dad now that too is understandable, but honestly he had already set up a date thing with me. Really, tell me when you set it up that you might have to go out of town its not that hard. Don't tell me an hour before we were supposta meet, because not only is that fishy behavior. You just ruined my whole day, by 1. letting me get ready to go out with you, 2. Not giving me time to make other plans and now giving me no choice but to sit at home and watch shitty movies all night long.
Third excuse, " I forgot". I don't think you forgot "Bob". Because, I asked on a Wednsday, reminded you Thursday, and waited all day for a text on Friday. Granted, the fact that you were going to get reschedualed on that time because I had to drive to Dubuque that day. But, if I was given an ample amount of time may have been able to hang out before I left.
And,the fourth and final, last straw excuse I got from Mr. Bob was about something I thought would be nice for us to do together. A benefit for a guy I work with because his wife and son both have cancer. I made sure that I gave him plenty of time to clear out his schedule so that after a month after the first "date" we could finally get to hang again. I asked him on Tuesday or Wednsday I can't remember which, and the benefit was today(Saturday). He sounded interested and I was glad. If we wasn't I would've been more than happy to go to a movie or something. I mean some great movies came out yesterday! So, today when I texted him to see if he was coming he said no that he was in some town about an hour away and he didn't know when he'd be back. Now if this is true then great, but after all these other excuses I find it very hard to believe that it is.
I'm not the devil and I wouldn't have hurt him if he said that he had an awful time on the dinner date we had and would rather not hang out anymore. That's fine. But don't string me along, I don't deserve it and I'm sure that there are plenty of guys out there willing to have a great girl like me on their arm. I mean I'm funny, pretty, smart, full of life, and a total goofball that knows how to be serious. Do I have flaws? YES!! Everyone does even YOU. You may not think so but guess what you're wrong. Mine are a little more noticable than some but don't take what you see and just assume or jump to conclusions about who I am. There is more to me than meets the eye. I'm definately not one of those whorey little slut bags that walk around with my tits hanging out for every Tom, Dick, and Harry to see. Which is what a lot of guys like. So if how I act and how I dress or whatever it is that you don't like then to damn bad. I am who I am and that is who I'll be 'til the day I die.
*** Thank You to everyone that reads this and puts up with these vent posts. I hope you may learn something.
Say what you want, when you want. But I encourage you all to think before you speak or write. Even though it may not look like I do a lot of the time, I have thought about everything I wrote, before I even write it.***
Until Next Time