Hello all! It appears that I've discovered yet another brand new way to be rejected. And since I haven't been rejected by anyone in person in say, oh 24 hours, I figured what the hell.
So, no seriously. I'm addicted to rejection. I think that it's the rush I get from franticallly dialing my best friends phone number to spill out the latest personal tragedy, only to have her tell me she can't understand me because I'm snorting and blubbering too hard...(or that she's at work- which is a lousy excuse cause she's a waitress- a glorified one, but nevertheless a waitress) It's kind of a twofold rejection, my latest style. Rejection causing the personal tragedy, and then rejection by the friend. That's not enough. I want to be rejected ONLINE, by the whole WORLD. Since discovering blogging (I'll admit, I'm a little behind) I now have a mass of people willing to reject me. I can hardly wait!!!!
So, anonymous people. Here's your first task. Since my best friend is busy serving burgers, fries and gin and tonics to complete strangers, it's your job to help me with the latest rejection. And then maybe we can be friends. Here goes:
I have no boyfriend.
The frontrunner is acting like an ass.
It's the classic "I'll call you" followed by NO CALL, that's bugged me. WHY OH WHY do people do this? We had a very nice first week. Then the trouble started. He kept making plans then calling later and apologizing for not being able to follow through. (NO, they weren't like dates where he stood me up...mostly he was going to stop by my house, and we'd go from there). These calls kept coming later and later in the evening.
***Crap, I forgot to tell you he's GORGEOUS. Movie star GORGEOUS. I was scratching my head for a week, waiting for the other shoe to drop when I gave him my number. And then he called. HUH? WHAT? ***
It drove me crazy. I finally called him on it, as in "I ain't want one!" (translation: A crappy boyfriend? I ain't want one!) He apologized in a nice gentlemanly manner and asked me to lunch tomorrow. He SAID he'd call me at work to arrange. I caved, and called. He OF COURSE couldn't make it. He said he'd call me later that night. NO CALL. HE'S A LIAR RIGHT?
So, what do I do. I know, I know, I'm supposed to put on a brave face (and a sexy dress) and go out and have this sparkling good time (read: drink and flirt ravenously) and completely ignore this minor inconvenience, only a live in a super small town with no nightlife and no possible way of making this happen.
And he IS so GORGEOUS.
What do I do? Do I call him (and of course instantly become needy and pathetic in his eyes?). Do I wait for him to call (which aint lookin so good). If he calls do I pull that traditional bullshit "OH, I've been SOoooooo busy and didn't even notice. Dinner? Tonight? NO, I'm sorry. I've got plans! Gotta run. (all the while shoving cold pizza or some lame tv dinner down my throat in my dirty, torn, pajamas... with my CAT)