I had the most random conversation with the most random guy yesterday.
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I met him at a club and was intrigued enough to drop my number. This probably isn’t the best decision ever.
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He calls me a day or two after and leaves a cute message. I think I was with Oscar at the time. At this point, I’d normally go into the analytics of having a guy call you, while you’re with your ex, but Oscar doesn’t seem to be the jealous type. At all. Like I could probably be having sex with a guy in front of him, and he’d say some BS like, “As long as you’re happy.” Argh.
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I call him back. He doesn’t pick up, so it’s whatever.
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He calls again this weekend, and I was totally cooking and doing laundry. Not ‘cooking and doing laundry’, but actually doing it. He seemed totally offended (an act I’m sure).
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So finally we link up on the phone later on last night. We’re talking about his fam, etc. He’s very him centric as is most guys, but since I have about… hmm…. 0% interest in him, I let the conversation progress.
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All of a sudden, I find out that he’s in a ‘dry spell’ and he’s sure he can please me.
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Riiiight. I’m sure it’s be hella nice to have a spot and a girl you can just roll into (literally hehehe) whenever you’re in the Bay, but no.
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So he didn’t believe me, wanted to catch up at some later point, blah blah blah. I know Josh gave such good advice when he said I should drop all of my back ups, but technically this guy isn’t a backup because I would never get with him. It’ll just be an intriguin entertainment, whenever I want some attention and he’s available. The feeling, I’m sure, is mutual.
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I have to say I’ve been hella hit on the last few weeks. It feels so GOOD to be single.
Hehehehe.. it’s nice to be noticed w/o the bullshit of someone not showing up or someone not loving the other person or blah blah blah.
This is all about self development and getting hit on damn it!
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For example:
Imagine this pulls up next to you during a nice drive to get some baby shower gifts Saturday afternoon.
You’re already emotionally upset that somehow this couple wound up having a baby, and you can even make it work with your ex-boyfriend. Instead of just driving, you’re talking to your ex on the ear piece because you’re masochistic, or more likely, you just miss him dearly and want to talk/vent.
Glancing to the left, you realize that there’s a cop car pulling up, so you quickly do the speedometer check. It’s fine, you’re only doing about 32 in a 35mph zone. He starts hollering something. So you take out your left ear piece, turn down the radio and lean to listen to him.
He says (verbatim), “Is that a top or a dress?”
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What the fuck?
In my nicest, forced voice (the one I’m going to use on my kids one day when they’re in public hurling cheerios from one aisle to the next and all I want to do is call the electrician and have him put an off button on the damn drunk monkey midgets), “It’s a dress.”
Forced smile. Speeding away.
At this point, I don’t care if he gives me a ticket, and if he happens to go that route, I’m sure the judge would like the hear the delightful encounter of how this policeman decides to spend his work hours.
Totally. Random.
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Okay, so no one close to viable has come close to giving me an ‘I’m interested look’, but at least it’s something. I swear, when I was with Oscar, I got zip, nada, zilch. It’s so clear that we were together; why would a guy (usually known to be wusses anyways- hey, i have proof) come up to me?
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BTW, I can’t read this ad, but from what it implies, I love it.
That’s it for me. More on the craziness later!
