Let Me Guide You

Last weekend, a former romantic interest of mine messaged me on facebook. At first, I thought one of his friends must have hacked his account, because we've had very limited contact over the past three years (I'll save the mangled backstory for another time). But no, it was really him, and after a few polite internet exchanges, he decided to call me. At one in the morning. Who the fuck calls their high school ex at one in the morning??

Needless to say, I was pretty pissed. I hung up on his ass. Little did that deter him, however. He proceeded to text me, then instant message me, in an effort to convince me to come over and talk. He was "bored" you see. Does that NOT sound like a booty call?

Anyway, fast forward to last night. He instant messages me as soon as I sign on, around nine pm. I wish I saved the conversation, because it was so ridiculous. Basically, he had had breakfast with a mutual friend that morning and it made him want to say hi to me, but he didn't have time to talk because he was having a party that night and OH! if I wasn't busy later, "you know where I live."

Riiight.

Then, an hour later, he texts me, telling me how boring the party is and that I need to stop by. I thought about it, and this is what I came up with:

CON:
*It would be really inconvenient for me to drive to Tacoma just to go to a lame party.
*I'm bitter about all the times I inconvenienced myself for him in the past.
*I don't want to be a last ditch booty call.
*He got fat.
*All my friends hate him.
*I really want him to know how busy and important I am.

PRO:
*I really want him to know how fabulous and out-of-his-league I am.

Well, I didn't go. Pretty much, if we're going to see each other again, it's going to be in a neutral location at a neutral time of day.

Categories: Life [t], Exes [t]