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| Update: Operation Seduction Part Deux |
| 05.10.05 (1:18 pm) [edit] |
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***If you'll go back to Saturday - you'll get some of the backstory on this in "Operation Seduction". The "rest of the story" was that Mr. Poop or Get Off the Pot didn't return my calls on Saturday evening anyway - turns out he had decided to go to an auction about an hour away and spent the night up there. I learned this when he called me Sunday morning. We spoke for a while. I said I was tanning. He said he was too. There was some discussion of me coming over to his place and sunning with him and doing some catching up. He said he needed to call his mom, grandmother, sister, etc first. Then he'd call me back. I said I was going to hop in the shower and wash off the greasy sunscreen so I wouldn't get it all over my car. So I showered. And I never heard back from the (insert choice descriptive words) on Sunday. I wasn't going to call him. Nope. Not gonna do it. Even made it on my cell phone when he called that it wouldn't ring at all. Yesterday. I'm doing my thing. Notice late in the afternoon that he's called. FOUR TIMES. I roll my eyes. I don't even bother to call back. Then around 7ish, I get an IM from him - we haven't IM'd in a month. He said that he wouldn't blame me if I never spoke to him again. (I didn't respond) That he wanted me to come over to talk if I'd give him the oppty. (I still didn't respond) I thought for a few mins. I wanted to chew his ass out. And I wanted closure. I had carried a tealight (not a torch) for this guy for a long time. (Well, 6 months) This is a guy that I talked to for hours upon hours while I was recuperating from my surgery last fall. I didn't want anyone to see me in that state. We had 3 or 4 dates before the poop hit the fan. This wasn't some grand relationship - but there was something there. So I replied that I would be over. I didn't "diva-fy" at all. T-shirt, shorts, tevas. Hair not perfected. We haven't seen each other in 6 months. He said he was shocked that I would actually let him explain. Thanked me repeatedly for coming over. I was distant, cold and a total hardass. He wanted a hug - I gave him a half-assed one-armed one. Sat out on his deck - he offered me wine - I brought my own water. He started chatting about this and that - I kept pressing the issue about why he'd been such an ass and not bothered to call me back and leave me hanging. He finally broke down and shared some of it with me - family stuff. I could tell he was upset about it. We talked for a long time about what went wrong and expectations in the future. He 'missed' me terribly. Promised me that he'd never do those stunts again, etc. He wanted another chance - but not in a groveling sort of way. It *seemed* sincere. Another hug. This one was not half-assed. It felt really good. He did this thing holding my face and just staring into my eyes while saying that he was utterly dumbfounded I'd be there. I told him he was temporarily off my shit list and on probation, but the slate was wiped clean. He's starting a new job on Monday, so he was taking off for Savannah for a few days - asked me to pack my bags and come along. I said no for a multitude of reasons. What do I think? I dunno. I'm going to withold judgment - actions speak louder than words. There are a lot of things I like about him. But if he is going to behave like an ass before getting in my pants (if he's lucky!) there are too many other fish in the sea. |
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (11:02 am)
What you did from a guy's point of view was correct. You let him know you were pissed, but left the door open.
You are correct, actions do speak louder than words. If he is no longer going to act like an ass then believe him, otherwise .....
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (12:43 pm)
time will tell :)
posted by: SweetDiva (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (1:20 pm)
like you said actions speak louder than words.....
time will and always does tell all.
good luck
posted by: riverrat338 (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (1:52 pm)
good luck.,...and might wanna get some non-expired condoms just in case. :op
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (4:40 pm)
Reply to: trekguy
I'm usually one that 'axes' a guy at the first sign of trouble. So this is definitely something different for me. Perhaps I can learn from this. I definitely won't tolerate crap from him anymore - as there are plenty of other guys waiting for my attention. Time will tell
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (4:41 pm)
Reply to: NurseNancy
Yep. Will definitely see how he behaves.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.10.05 (4:45 pm)
Reply to: SweetDiva
Since I'm notorious for 'relationships' not lasting past 3 dates - I always find a reason to discount them (or they me). I'm trying a new approach. He's got a lot of good qualities that I dig so I'm going to see if we can work around them.
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 05.11.05 (1:59 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
well guess we know, now.
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 05.11.05 (9:23 am)
no matter how far an ass travels he will never return as a horse.
by Redonthehead