Domino: Well that’s done. Not only in a romantic sense either. At this point we probably aren’t going to be speaking in any capacity for a very long time.
Before last night I hadn’t had any substantial conversation with him since early January. It was at that time that I got around to casually asking him about the mystery girl I’d seen him with in the Facebook pictures. He said it was just a friend of his sister’s.
Since then we hadn’t spoken, and it didn’t matter to me either way. But I did notice on Facebook several weeks ago that he was tagged in some pictures from a friend’s birthday dinner and that his date appeared to be his “sister’s friend” – surprise, surprise. So it was at that point that I realized that someone had been fibbing just a little bit. It’s not like I ever had feelings for Domino or anything like that, so I wasn’t jealous or hurt or really concerned that he was obviously dating this girl, but I just don’t like when people can’t be straight up with me about obvious shit…it’s insulting to the intelligence, really. Even still, I didn’t bother broaching the issue with him because I just didn’t care enough to.
What DID get under my skin was discovering last night that he had unfriended me on Facebook. I figured it was because he was trying to hide from me the fact that he’s dating someone or whatever. That annoyed me, so I texted him to confront him about it. When I didn’t receive a prompt response, I figured he was just ignoring me so I said screw it and deleted his number from my phone.
He finally replied a couple of hours later. It turns out I had mistakenly texted an old phone of his. He asked me what I was talking about and told me it must’ve been me who deleted him. Really, dude? I think I would know if I deleted somebody, and if that were the case, why in the world would I text you asking why you deleted me? That makes no sense.
I told him if he did it to hide the fact that he has a girlfriend from me, he need not bother because I really don’t care…it’s not like I wasn’t dealing with other guys myself. It’s really not that serious. He continued to insist that he didn’t delete me and then got irritated with me for whatever reason and told me he regretted giving me his new number again. Naturally the conversation then deteriorated into an insult-fest wherein I advised him that his girlfriend isn’t pretty (she’s not) and that I hope she enjoys small penises. He called me a slut, and I said a few more choice things. A little while later I explained that I didn’t intend for the conversation to end up the way it did. He never answered.
And so that’s that. Oh well.
Zach: About 2 weeks after Zach pulled his bullshit he hit me up again with a text like it had never happened. He was displeased that I had deleted his number from my phone. I’m not exactly sure why he would’ve thought I wouldn’t have taken it out. I genuinely intended on never speaking to him again.
Once we got past all that I asked him what had changed in the 2 weeks since he’d declared his love for someone else and cut me out of his life. He said something about not knowing what he wants and that he’s just very sexually attracted to me which makes him cave in and contact me sometimes when he’s thinking about me.
But to make a short story even shorter, his renewed interest didn’t last but a couple of days, as eventually he went on again to pull his same old bullshit and tell me he doesn’t think it’s a good idea that we talk. *Yawn*
I really had no intention of contacting him again, but a newsworthy incident occurred yesterday involving a mutual acquaintance of ours and it made me think about him. So I ended up texting him last night to talk about that, primarily.
Then he started asking me how I am and bringing up good times from the past. And he remarked on how it’s been over a year since we saw each other, like he was wistful or something. We said goodnight on good terms but I’m 100% positive it won’t be long before he pisses me off again.
Don: The Saturday before last I hung out with my buddies and had a grand ol’ time. Don was there, sans annoying ex-girlfriend, so we ended up flirting for a lot of the night. Once it was established that we would both be crashing at our buddy Kip’s house, it kind of became an unspoken certainty that we’d end up hooking up. I still had to make up for that time I was cockblocked by his annoying ex.
And hook up we did. I was hammered, so the events are fuzzy, but it was standard stuff. Nothing really to write home about though. Or maybe so, since I’m obviously writing about it. But no, not really.
Rocky: The Monday before last I met my buddies out for happy hour. There was another group of people from work at the same bar having a going away party for one of their colleagues who was headed to greener pastures. I’m cool with some of these people to the extent that I see them out from time to time and speak or may even chill with them for a little bit over a couple of drinks. I didn’t really intend to, but somehow I ended up defecting from my original group of friends and hanging out with this crowd for most of the night in another part of the bar.
While I was talking to some of the guys that I know, I noticed another one of them from across the bar glancing over from time to time. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t exactly place him. I ended up wandering over to where he was eventually to tease him and a few of the other guys for screwing around with another buddy of theirs who was engrossed in conversation with a girl.
Somehow, me and him – Rocky – ended up sticking near each other and conversing for a while. I was a little tipsy at this point so I can’t really remember a lot of the conversation, but we talked to each other mostly alone for a lot of the night. Eventually I remembered why he looked familiar and realized who he was. A couple of years ago I saw him in a picture with another guy buddy from work, and I remembered remarking on him (Rocky) being attractive. My buddy told me who he was and relayed that he had a girlfriend, and that was that. But I remembered who he was and even, admittedly, Facebook stalked him from time to time. Not that I told him that.
But lo and behold, there he was in the flesh.
So, I really don’t at all remember how things got to this point, but eventually he said he was going to the bathroom and told me to meet him in there. He went off to the bathroom, I waited several moments so as not to look obvious, and then I sneaked into the men’s bathroom with him.
He led me over to the one stall inside it, but it didn’t have a door. I remember complaining that I’d rather go somewhere else where there was a little more privacy, but he wasn’t having it and kind of cornered me in the stall and wouldn’t let me out. So we ended up making out and fooling around there.
I’m not sure how long this went on, but I do know that, as I anticipated, we were eventually interrupted. I opened my eyes to see some random guy standing directly behind him, completely flustered and apologetic over what he walked in on. Oops.
I was too tipsy to really be embarrassed. I just straightened myself up and casually walked out and went back downstairs to everyone else. I thought Rocky had followed right behind me but when I rejoined everyone else he was MIA. I looked around for him a little bit and then figured he must’ve rolled out, but he reappeared not much later. I’m not really sure of the specifics of our interaction, but at some point we made plans to meet at his car.
He eventually paid his tab and rolled out, but not before telling me where he was parked. Again, I waited several moments after he left so as not to look obvious, then I walked out casually to look for him. I walked around the block but didn’t see him anywhere, so I figured he must’ve left. But then as I was walking back toward the bar, he was driving past and spotted me, backed up and let me in his car. What exactly our activities were in there escapes me because I was severely intoxicated at this point. I do remember giving him my number and having him call my phone right then so I’d have his, but I don’t even really remember what we did or what was said or even getting back out of his car and making my way back to the bar.
The next day I discovered I’d sent him a text telling him I can’t wait to make out with him again. He never answered it. Later that day I reiterated that I meant what I said. Still no answer. Hmm. I kind of figured where this was headed.
Thursday afternoon I gave it one more shot and asked if I had to start sending him naughty pictures to get him to start paying attention to me. I didn’t check my phone for a while after that but eventually came back to it to see a reply text advising me that he has a girlfriend and that he’s sorry if he misled me. I replied that I remembered the girlfriend thing, and that I wasn’t trying to be his girlfriend…I just thought we could’ve had more fun.
And…nothing. I’m really disappointed about that. I would’ve liked to have screwed his brains out, sober. He’s pretty hot.
I did end up texting him last night to offer my assistance with a work-related matter. He never answered and I doubt he will, but I just wanted to extend the offer. Oh well.
Blaze: Blaze is still Blaze. He’s been over a couple of times this year, and we even had a rendezvous in his truck a little over a month ago when it turned out we were both out in the same vicinity at the same time. Nothing has really changed there though.
I was actually supposed to hook up with him the night I met Rocky, but obviously that didn’t happen. The next day I did admit that I was too busy playing with someone else. I felt bad and later told him I was just joking, but he didn’t seem to care either way.
Sometimes he seems to be softening up, but I don’t know. His Facebook page no longer says he’s in a relationship. And I even got to asking him recently if he has a girlfriend and he said he doesn’t.
But really, this whole thing is starting to bore me, and I’ve not been so shy about letting him know so. A FWB arrangement really should be mutually beneficial. Otherwise, what’s the point? And what also irks me is the fact that sometimes he’s rather demanding about me making time and/or going out of my way to meet up with him. Not cool. I’ve been kind of giving him a hard time about this arrangement lately.
He was trying to stop by on Sunday but I declined and told him I’m getting tired of this hit-and-run thing and that it turns me off. He only answered with a simple “Ok,” so I figured I probably wouldn’t be hearing from him again. And I wasn’t really that pressed.
But I was surprised when he hit me up on Tuesday night. I didn’t get a chance to answer for a couple of hours and when I did he said he just wanted to see what I was doing. I told him I’m sure he just wanted some action, and he said that would’ve been nice. He then suggested that perhaps he could come over Thursday (today) and watch a movie. He actually did end up coming over today but we didn’t watch a movie. We did hang out for a little while…more than usual I guess. I guess he’s starting to see that the status quo isn’t working for me anymore. But even still, as I’ve told him, I don’t want him to pretend to want to hang out with me just to get some play.