The ass who stood me up last week? Texted me Saturday:
What are you up to tonight?
While I imagine he could have been drunk at 4 in the afternoon (I was, for sure), what the fuck is all that about?
Being that he reappeared a week later, I could only muster, “Are you kidding me?” from my depths of the Chicago bars. (And I think a couple hours later, when I realized that I had turned my iPhone off to save the battery life… or my life, as it were).
Because, right? Are you fucking kidding me? A week later — no apology, no contact… and I’m supposed to do what? Run right over to make plans on a Saturday night with him again? Only for the exact same thing to happen. (Shame on me).
Muther-puh-leeze. It will definitely take more than that to make me feign interest.
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March 16th, 2009 at 8:32 am
That takes some nerve (and a lot of stupidity) to text you like that!
::sigh::
March 16th, 2009 at 12:39 pm
Wow. Big balls, small brain. What a douche.
March 17th, 2009 at 6:53 am
Unbelievable. Guys are so freakin’ stupid sometimes. And heartless! That guy is without a heart.
April 5th, 2009 at 8:28 am
A guy did that to me once, except he txted the next day. I acted like I had deleted his number and didn’t know who it was. I mean seriously, like we girls forget that shit??