Why do I find the crazy ones????

Alright… Let me bring you up to speed. I got my heart broken pretty bad in December. I tried not to let it bother me. Right around the first week in January I get a message from a guy I had met when I first moved down here. Let’s call him ME, those are his initials. ME sent me a text message that said “Happy New Year”. I sent one back. We then continued a text message conversation that ended up in him joining me for dinner. I’ll forgo details of the night because it will lead to a SUPER long blog and how many of you are really interested in how badly I let myself get treated? Anywho… Dinner progressed to drinks and a long night of conversation… mind you, about HIM! We continued seeing each other. He came to my place maybe twice… and I went to HIS place a shit load of times.( Oh, yeah, I was only there when he had his kid… In hind sight, I see that he only wanted a “mom” for his kid. But going on….) I was super excited about this guy. He was sensitive, attractive, smart, ex-marine….. I told him I was crazy about him. I started doing all the things I do when I’m crazy about someone to show them that I care.. make dinners, massages, clean, etc… A few weeks into this relationship, I realized that I was giving and giving but I wasn’t seeing anything come back to me. I see him come over, eat my food, talk about his crazy baby mama drama, but when it gets to my day or my family the conversation steers back to HIS problems, HIS dramas, HIS issues. I sat him down and tried to explain to him what my problems were and why I was unhappy. He looked at me and said… “You’re crazy. Are you PMSing? I do everything for you.”

Okay… so THAT conversation didn’t go well. I ended up giving him another chance. I met him and his friends out at a bar the following weekend. I showed up and they were all stoned and tripping on ’shrooms! I get that… but why would you do that after you tell the girl your dating that you want to see her and spend time with her? So… On top of all that has happened so far…. I drive him and his punk ass friends back to their place in the South Side,…. IN THE RAIN. On the way back into the city, ME says,
“Can’t you take me back to my place?”
Me: ” No, it’s 3am. I’m exhausted and my eyes hurt. My place is closer than driving to a northwest suburb.”
ME: “But I want to go to my place. I want you to stay at my place. I’ll make breakfast and drive you home in the morning.”
Me: “NO! I’m too tired to drive that far.”
ME: “I’ll drive.”
Me: “No, you aren’t sober and I am not gonna risk my life with you under the influence.”

He eventually backed down. Especially when I told him that he could drive home AFTER I was out of the car. Of course he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay with me and talk about his baby mama drama. ok… fine. The weekend passes. Monday comes and I get a text message from ME saying that he wants to stay at my place that night but he can’t because he needs to go home to feed his animals. Being the dumbass that I am, I offered to drive out while he was at work to feed them. He had a spare tire on the car, I asked him if it was safe to drive, his answer, Yes.

I drove out to his place after work. On my way, of course, a snow storm starts. I end up stressed out and lost in the suburbs because the directions he gave me were fucked up. I get back home 4 hours later…. and he wants me to come pick him up! NO FUCKING WAY! I planted my ass in my bed and told him to get a ride or take the train.

The next day, ME drives me to work. On the way he says,
“I would like to take you out to dinner to thank you for last night.”
I was so geeked. He had never taken me out, except to a Veggie Tales movie with… you guessed it… his kid. Now, don’t get me wrong. The kid was awesome. I liked the kid. I actually feel sorry that he has such a psycho dad. But anyway… we agree that Friday is our “first date” night.

I get a little surprise on Thursday. ME sends me a text message that said he was going to stop by after work to see me. He got off around 10:30pm. I was excited. I put on my fancy garter belt and panties with matching bra, slipped into my stilettos, “whored” up my make-up a little, did my hair and waited for him. At 1am, I get a call. It’s ME, he says that it started snowing and he didn’t want to drive on the spare tire so he went home(but it was okay for me to drive with the spare). I sat in that damn get-up for 3 hours! He apologized and promised a romance filled night on Friday. “I just want to make you feel special, like I always do.” (really??? when???)

Do you ever get feelings… like gut feelings? I usually want to follow them, but don’t just in case someone or something surprises me. Friday I had one of those feelings. I didn’t want to believe it cuz I SO wanted to be romanced. I go to work, confirm with ME that we were still on for the night and proceeded to complete my day. Around quittin’ time, I get a text message(he’s too good to call) to tell me that he can’t pick me up at work like previously planned, but will see me around 7pm for our date. I go home, slip into my sweats, and watched TV. About 10pm I get a text message: “I totally fell asleep. I’m sorry.”

That was a three day weekend. I went to my friends house to do laundry and watch the full LOTR series. ME kept texting me all weekend. “I take it we aren’t dating anymore.” (really? what gave it away?) I ignored most of them. Finally, a few days later, he tells me that he wants to see me and talk. I agree. I go home after work, I was expecting him around 7 or 8pm. About 9:30 I send him a text that says “I take it you aren’t coming.” and he replies with “I totally forgot.” and my reply to that was…. “and THAT is suppose to make me feel special?”

He texts me still with invites of romps in the hay, parties at clubs, etc. I dodge them all… good excuse, I have NO money.

Then, the other day, I get this….. 5/20/08 at 7:50am “have a good day… I still want to be friend… Look me up on myspace and add me to your buddy list so we can stay in touch…. My listed name is Dassault. or look me up by my name.”

Here is where I made a stupid mistake…. I actually did it. I thought what the heck. So, I added him. I should have known… BIG MISTAKE.

I filled out a survey today. One of the questions was “are you taken or single?” I answered something like “I’m kinda sort of on the kinda taken list…. It’s kinda like having your cake and eating it too but I would really just like to look at the cake.” Meaning: I’m in a quasi-relationship with someone I love and respect but we haven’t made the full commitment yet so I can accept a date at random if I wanted. But I would be okay with being faithful. ME took this to mean something different…. I don’t know what… I didn’t care to dig deeper. But instead I get these following messages…..

So you like having your cake and eating it too… sounds like when you and I were with one another… and you tried to make it seem like it was me… have to laugh at that. Atleast you can admit it to yourself… that is the first part.

M

To which I replied:
I didn’t make you my friend to re-hash our relationship. If you are going to do that… then I will delete you. I have nothing more to say on the matter.

And he replied:
Delete… I really don’t consider you to be a friend… more like someone that I screwed and got screwed by!!!

M

tada!!!!

So, I deleted him. Then I get a text message that says: “Thank you for deleting me… Remember who asked whom to be added…. Was not me…. Deleted from phone too…. Good luck with your crazy ass!!!!! Peace!!!!”

I replied:( and I have to admit I did it to piss him off) “You asked ME to add you. Glad I got out when I did, you have no idea how to treat a woman.” then I found the above text message and forwarded it to him to show him that it was HIM.

and he said: Ok… You feel better now!!! You can’t even live on your own(where the fuck does he get this from?) I treat women just fine… How would you know anyway… Not like you committed yourself.

Okay.. First of all… I am not going to fully commit myself to marriage in three weeks of a relationship. SORRY! I’m not wired that way. Second of all… I know this was long… but I HAD to get this off my chest. I hope you all had a good laugh or moment of complete shock whilst shaking your head asking yourself “how does she get herself into these situations?” Third… PLEASE tell me I’m not crazy and that he needs to be put into the looney bin! Fourth… I have shortened this little soap opera… there are instances where he didn’t call me or contact me for 4 days and gets me all worried, telling me he wants me pregnant, saying things like “You didn’t do anything.” after I spend the night cooking and cleaning the kitchen for him and his kid…. but those are all instances where I can’t remember the exact chain of events…. Man… he could make me feel good and like shit all at the same time.

Glad to be rid of your BITCH ASS MICHAEL E***IV*L!