I Should’ve Known

Dinner with Pretty Ricky was supposed to be tomorrow night and was still a go as of Saturday. However he sent me a text not too long ago saying that he may have to drive up to NY after his final tomorrow because his dad is in the ER with some type of bleeding. Blah.

If that’s really true, then I feel bad for selfishly wallowing in my own disappointment in the wake of his dad’s health issues. If that’s not really true (and a tiny part of me suspects it isn’t), then obviously he’s just blowing me off. There’s no reason to believe that it isn’t true, but the fact that this is now the second time he’s canceled is annoying me slightly and that helps to cast a negative light on the situation.

Of course, I didn’t let that reflect in my responses to him. He had also added that he’s stressed about the final. I offered him kind words regarding both his dad and the final. I mean, I really do want his dad to make out okay and I want him to do well on his final as well, but I was really looking forward to going out with him. I took a 1/2 day off tomorrow so I’d have ample time to unwind and get ready, and then the whole day off on Wednesday just so I wouldn’t have to worry about having to get up at the ass crack of dawn for work and/or a possible hangover.


Stallion came to visit me today. I happened to text him just to say hi and then he happened to have the afternoon free and suggested it, and I wasn’t doing anything so he came through. Along the way he picked us up some food from a local restaurant and some wine. We ate and drank and watched E.T. We laid on my couch together and I eventually ended up with my head on his chest. He caressed my shoulder most of the time and it seems like he was trying to migrate to more intimate places at certain points but he was a good boy for the most part, with my help. He’s been in some long-term training and cut his hair really low for it and I thought it actually looked better than his regular do. It makes him look younger – boyish. But…still not feeling any intimate vibes at the moment. Maybe later. I’ll keep him on reserve.

After E.T. I was kind of tired and wanted to kick him out, but I felt bad so I let him stay a little longer. Not long after that I got Pretty Ricky’s text and thus was blown so I just went on ahead and kicked him out then. I gotta work my 1/2 day tomorrow so I still have to get my beauty rest anyway.

Curly still believes that he can just invite himself over whenever he wants. I have no idea why. First of all, from Facebook interactions between them and their behavior at that wack party, I’m lead to believe that he and a coworker of mine are involved. That normally wouldn’t be an issue, however I happen to be cool with her and would rather not step on any toes if that’s the case. I asked him a few days ago if he was doing her, but he wouldn’t say. That clearly means that he is…otherwise he’d just say no.

That hasn’t stopped him from hitting me up several times in the last few days, trying to come over. Yesterday I was talking to him and he asked what I had to drink and I told him vodka. He said he wanted some and that he’d call when he’s close? Um…excuse me? I told him I’m not home. I actually was, but I wanted to prove a point. You don’t just dictate to me when you’re coming over. That’s ridiculous.

Today he sent me a text asking if I were home. This was while Stallion and I were watching E.T., and my phone was in my bedroom, so I didn’t get it until almost an hour later. I replied with an affirmative, and was waiting for him to advise me that he was coming over (so I could inform him I have company already), but he never did. Good.

These silly boys…

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