Always Nice To Know Where You Stand
02.28.07 (11:58 am) [edit]
Conversation with D from last week, Wednesday, I believe.
"So, you going to be there Friday?"
"Oh, yes. I went out last night and bought a new outfit just for you. I'm so looking forward to seeing you. I'll be your biggest fan. It's so good to see you in your element, doing what you love. You really rock. I love watching you, I love how you make me feel."
The Bullshit-O-Meter was slamming against the red, and I took every last word as the opposite of what it said.
And guess what? I was right. She didn't show. She DID have the decency to call, then leave a text message later. I knew before the gig that if she'd show up, she'd be late. I knew at the end of the second set that she wasn't coming. So that was nice. Props to her on THAT, at least. Big improvement on wondering what the fuck was going on all night.
She had a hard week at work. She was tired. She was sick all weekend, totally drained. She told me this late Sunday.
And today, she posted pictures on her blog of when she went out Saturday night, with her sister, several friends, and, oh yeah, the ex that is such an asshole. Looks like they had quite a spectacular night doing karaoke and dancing and stuff. A couple nice shots of her and the ex together, too.
There's a word beginning with the letter "C" that you might anticipate my imminent use of...
Actually, I'm amused. Somewhat irritated, but mostly amused. By the way, I wrote back to her message yesterday, but my policy now is to not start any conversation. I'll be nice, I'm just not interested in putting any effort into such obvious bullshit anymore.
Women, can you all have a meeting? I know you're not all lying manipulative cock-teasing cunts. I KNOW that. But can you get together and call out the ones that are, and tell them "Hey, back off on the fat hairy guy. Sure, he's kind of an idiot with dumbass expectations, but he TRIES to be a nice guy, and all he really wants is a blowjob or twelve. Stop fucking with him." Could you do that for me? Thanks. Mucho appreciated.
Love,
Dougie
posted by: LadyG (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (9:41 am)
I am amazed that you are still putting up with this, why don't you tell her to just stop calling with the lies.
posted by: Spoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooock! (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (10:03 am)
"There's a word beginning with the letter "C" that you might anticipate my imminent use of..."
Cockatiel?
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (10:57 am)
Reply to: LadyG
I don't have a good answer for that. Honestly, I think I mostly just want to ride it out and see if she'll finally actually do al the nasty delicious shit to me that she says she will. I know, that's pretty fucking pathetic. But I need to get laid.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (10:57 am)
Reply to: Spoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooock!
Corndog, actually.
posted by: OOP (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (12:34 pm)
Dougie, she won't do it. Forget about it. Stop taking her calls and move on. If she wants you that bad (and she doesn't) she can stalk you.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (12:39 pm)
Reply to: OOP
I didn't say I'm EXPECTING it. I'm just keeping my fuckin' options open. :)
posted by: OOP (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (3:20 pm)
Well, you'll get a lot more satisfaction out of telling her to take a hike than practically anything else she's likely to do for you.
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (3:25 pm)
Reply to: OOP
Possbily, but who cares? I'm bored. Might as well play the stupid fucking game and see what happens. Women don't even TALK to me normally, so what the fuck? Remember - look back a couple months, and I DID get a handjob out of this deal. Not much, but at this point in my spiritual growth, where even PLANKTON is saying "no way, go home and jack off", I'm in it for whatever I can get. Dude, I'd fuck YOUR left hand if you were drunk enough. I have no shame. Now excuse me, I've gotta go get drunk with the future leader of the free world. This son of a bitch has a story about one of his friends finding a blob of shit on his bed after he pulled a vibrating egg out of his ass. If you think my standards are even remotely high anymore, you havne't been reading, fucker.
posted by: OOP (reply)
post date: 02.28.07 (9:51 pm)
What happens when you play the game is this:
(that was nothing, in case you haven't guessed.) You'll have to stop playing to get anywhere. It's this sort of game. Weird, but true.