Remember how earlier this week I ended up talking to Mr. J and making plans for Monday night. Well he cancelled, as I posted earlier. The reason he cancelled was to spend time with his nan. I figured, the balls in your court dudeman, I'm no longer trying to set plans and if I don't hear from you, so be it.
Last night I went out shopping and didn't take cellphone (randomly none of our pots work with your new induction stove). I didn't look at my cell until I was setting my alarm (which is on my phone) late last night. I found that I had three messages from Mr. J. The first was "Hey" at around 5:30pm. The second two were consecutive at 7:14 and 7:15. The first said "Whatever then man...take care" the second one said "Whatever man...take care". Notice the slight change, this means he typed this bitchy message twice. At what point does mandude get to be bitchy to me. Wasn't it he that jerked me around last week? Geez! I txted back saying I just looked at my phone. He txted back "No worries" at 3:29 am.
RANDOM!
Anyway, we'll see what develops. I have NO hopes for this relationship. I refrain for cutting my losses on the of chance that I at least get a decent booty call out of it.
Okay, so on Monday, when Mr. J cancelled I went out for a "meet" with this guy from CBS that I thought was going to be a booty call (man, I have to come up with a better word for this one-night-stand, booty-call, hookup thing). I also wanted to see how dateable this guy might be. His name was, umm, lets call him General M. He's ex-military. Not in the cool, now a covert ops guy, sort of way, but the "oh, I fell down the stairs and got medical leave" sort of way. I met him in Manuels at Tim Hortons. He was smoking outside his truck. I bummed a smoke (I sometimes have a few cigarettes when I drink, but I'm not really a smoker). I thought it conveyed the message "yeah, I party". We talked in his truck for a while. (Mostly about his truck -- yes, he was that type of guy) and then, getting restless, I said, "lets go for a drive somewhere". So we left Tims in his truck and drove around. But the goddam ass smoked inside his small truck cabin the whole god damn time. Smoke Smoke Smoke. We actually had to stop so he could get more smokes. Now, I will admit, my former flame Kyle used to smoke and there was nothing sexier than tasting the cigarettes on his chin stubble. I know that sounds gross but it totally turned me on. This guy though, all he did was make all my nice clothes (cause one must look presentable) smell like an ashtray. Come on. Even smokers don't smoke in confined spaces anymore. I was very angry. And to kick it all off. No booty!!!!!! He said "oh, I just like to get to know people first." This would be okay if we were going to date or something, but dude was bisexual. Which means, I'm cool with dick but not with love. Fuck that. I asked him to take me back to Tims and I went home and soaked my jacket (to remove the smoke).
What a waste of a good evening, eh. Oh, and dude's mom still cooks for him and does his laundry -- "cause that's what she's always done". Dude was 26.
In retrospect I'm glad I didn't fool around with him, and instead got out of there.
~peace
Matt
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