Confessions of A Naughty Girl

I Don't Understand Men, Part II

I planned a trip home in two weeks. I'm very excited, as I haven't been home since Thanksgiving and this may be the last time I go back before my parents leave the state entirely and retire in Florida. My dad's last day of work is July 28th, so my primary reason for coming home is to give old Dad a pat on the back and peruse the old stomping grounds one last time.

I sent an email to the few friends I have left in town to let them know I'd be back. One such recipient is a very very very ex boyfriend from high school. We've been in touch and out of touch over the years. He had a girlfriend for the last four years - a girl that I've met once. She didn't like me too much. This doesn't hurt my feelings. She looks like a sea donkey.

A few years ago while I was still in Chicago this ex came into town for work a few times. He asked me out to dinner and we had a few indiscretions. I was misled and under the impression that he and aforementioned girlfriend were on a "break". I figured they were not together and probably not ever getting back together. Apparently "break" is a term that is subject to interpretation. As I found out later, "break" for him meant "physically not in the same place but still very much in a relationship".

During our indiscretions he wavered back and forth about getting back together with me. This, for me, was not an issue because I knew that it was a horrible idea (please place a thick black underline in your head underneath the word "horrible").

Since then, they've broken up and gotten back together at least six times over the last two years. Every time they "break" (my interpretation, not his), he likes to call me at 4 am and tell me, in a drunken state, that he loves me and wants me, etc. Admittedly, I humored him and answered my phone the first few times but eventually stopped or answered only to tell him to leave me alone and hang up. As recently as Memorial Day I was fielding phone calls.

The kicker to the situation is that I emailed him because I do like him as a friend. He's a smart guy who, when sober, has a lot of interesting things to say, and we do have quite the history together. Obviously I'd never claim to hate him because he was in my life at one point and then back in my life recently.

I sent him an email suggesting we grab lunch and catch up and received the following response:

"I don't think so, I am engaged now, so do not bother, too late."

Wow, you'd think I'd have asked him to meet me at the Motel 6 sporting nothing but a pair of assless chaps and a frying pan.

posted by KA @ 8:01 PM