The other night I got a text out of the blue from Ben. The last text that I sent him was over a week prior saying that I got the clue that he was no longer interested and that for what it was worth, I was glad we met. I wonder if that aggravated him or if he is like some Mr. Hyde character.
He called me “pathetic” because I am a shy and reserved guy. I didn’t know that was a crime.
He said that I shouldn’t take a vegetarian out to a steak house. Well, I wouldn’t have if I had known he was a vegetarian. Perhaps he should have said something when I asked him if Logan’s was okay. If some guy asked me if I wanted to go eat at …. Hmmm… I don’t think that there is a place I wouldn’t try at least once—but if there was one, I would certainly voice my objection.
He also complained that he didn’t like having to wake up in the morning to go see a movie. I guess this was the straw that broke his back because I never heard from him after asking him on this date. I did ask him to the movies but I asked him to park in them municipal lot. Why? Because I had planned not on a movie, but to take him to lunch and a hike at the dunes. It was one of the last warm days to go out and see the fall foliage.
When I read his text, I was confused as to why he was so mean. I really thought that he was a nice guy and it seemed like his personality did a 180. Then I felt really angry and I rejected most of what he said. As my friend Zoe said, I will not let him tear me down. I will not be defeated by a bad man that looks like an American stick insect. Instead, I choose vodka… and Chaka Kahn. Okay, I totally ripped that off of Bridget Jones’s Diary but you get the idea.