[dropcap]I[/dropcap] like a good recap. Everybody likes a good recap. Because even as I tell these stories. In real life. To my friends. To myself. Silently in my head. It gets a bit confusing. Who was who? Who came back when. Who was super ridiculous. Who was the most ridiculous of them all. So before I tell you about Charlie #4 (a man you’ve all grown to…well…not totally sure…but someone you’ll recognize). Here is the recap. Of the Come Back Charlies:
Charlie #1: The Oxymoronic Lawyer (fix links) and his return in Parts I and Parts II
Charlie #2: Mr. Basketball (who would later be known be the very name of all these posts – Come Back Charlie)
Charlie #3: The TACTician aka Mr. Tacky aka The Old Guy
Charlie #4: And so the story goes…
Things with me are fantastic (as usual lol) and though a longer break would’ve
been awesome…yes lol I am back at school. How are things with you? How
was the rest of your Xmas/New Year’s?
And then he responded. Right away with
That’s awesome. Xmas and New Years was good. Lots of daughter’s name time.
How was New Years with your ex? What mid term grades did you get? A’s I’m
Aww I bet daughter’s name loved that 🙂
…my grades were the best yet (I’m so proud which hopefully discounts this
sounding like bragging and making me look like a douche) but I got 2 A-s and
an A+ (I’m so proud lol…It’s the highest grade I’ve ever gotten)…and to have
gotten it as a final grade means even more…Harvard here I come!…okay I’m
kind of joking about Harvard…but still…who knew right!?!?!?
Harvard would be missing out, without you! I’m glad your grades went awesome.
So were you planning on the ex time before our time together? Yah I guess, cause
you went to Seattle 2 days later.
Wait. What?!?! Why all the harping on the ex? The irony is how he’d mentioned at some point how he can’t stand jealousy and wasn’t a jealous person himself. And yet. Really? really? And the thing of the thing is. I don’t even mind jealousy. In fact I think people who claim they never feel jealous are liars. Show me your stripes. All the colors. The bad and the good. Show me your true stripes and I can understand you. Empathize with you. Deal with you. But pretend to be something. And not only do you irritate me but I full on dislike you and finally, don’t trust you. If you can’t be honest with yourself, how are you going to be honest with me?
Only the booty call satisfaction never happened. I waited a week and a half (I was sick with a cold at the time). Waited till the weekend. Gave him a shout. Have a hockey game he said. Uh yeah I wasn’t thinking until way later I have dinner plans tonight and we’ll probably be out till 1ish I told him. I’m gonna be bagged and have to get up early tomorrow to go to a job site. Sorry! Another time please! And I thought. Fuck that noise. But well. I was really itchy. And I don’t drink anymore. And none of my exes live in Vancouver. And Goddamn Mamma needed some ass.
So the next night. After going out with a friend. And scoping out The New Oxford for a possible location for the upcoming tweetup. And then heading over to Society for cotton candy. I texted. Last time. Last chance. Last attempt. This was really getting pathetic. But at the very least I thought it would be funny. Because after all. What I decided to text. To him. Was something that had been clarified to me oh so clearly. And though he likely wouldn’t get the irony. I thought it was delicious. What are you wearing?
But alas. No response came. Done. This was awful. I’m a hottie. I’m a dynamo in bed. Chubby bunny or not I’m fucking awesome and I don’t know how I got all turned around but this behavior had to stop. But of course. He responded. The next morning. With something ridiculously lame.
I was in a low cut number, with sheer and lace. lol.
I won’t lie. The petty part of me decided to be snarky. Too bad you didn’t respond last night I said.
I was out at a fundraiser. Your outfit sounds lovely! I had a buddy with me, and he stayed over, Sorry.
My thoughts? Don’t give a shit. Plus…uh…wait…I didn’t say what I was wearing. Weird. lol…maybe he’s still drunk ha ha.
No worries I said I’m thinking your life is too busy for sex lol and I want it to be very present so I’m out. And to be clear. Yes, dear readers. I know this was a little hysterical. A little. Why bother? Just stop texting him. But I urge you to try to understand. This was the build up of 2 months of both sexual and mental frustration. And quite honestly I was horny, irritated, and pissed. So yes. You could say I was being petty. And annoying. And about to get even more petty with my last and final text to him.
BTW…if you ever want to check out some of my writing just google “Something She Dated” 🙂 All the best kid!
And thus. The end of The Nick Name. And essentially the moment that I decided this was fucking ridiculous. The moment that prompted another moment. The Announcement. So gentlemen of my future. Gentlemen who will not be getting laid. Gentlemen who will not be able to just “see what’s what”. Gentlemen who will have blue balls. You have The Nick Name to thank. You’re welcome.
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