So…there is this guy that I have gone on three dates with.Â We made plans this past weekend that he would come down to the OC. I’ve been having a hard time trying to get him to take some of the driving stress off me by coming down to the OC.
We decided that I would come on Saturday and he would come down on Sunday. I had a great Saturday with him, we had some food, we went out to get some dessert, had some great conversation, went back to his place and I headed home.
So the next morning I get up and waiting to hear from him on what time he was coming up. Where is my phone? I looked frantically in my apartment, in the car. I called it a few times. Then it hit me. I left it at his place.Â He had no way to call me since I only have the cell phone. I couldn’t call him since his phone number is in my phone.Â So for a few hours I called it and called it hoping he would figure it out and answer the phone.
About halfway thru the day, I even went as far as to buy an in-bound phone number from Skype so he could call me. I emailed him several times. But, here’s the catch, he doesn’t have access to internet at the house.Â So again, I had hoped he would head over to his friends house and check email.
So for the next several hours I would call the phone 2x or so an hour. I even text messaged my phone hoping he would see the text messages. Again…no go.
Short of driving all the way back up to LA, I just hoped he would call and he’d come down and bring my phone.
Dinner time was coming and I had made dinner, again, hoping he was going to call. He wanted Chicken-Fried-Steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. Well, I made them from scratch – gravy and all.
Still nothing. So I ate dinner, sulked for a few more hours, then went to bed.
On Monday, I got up at around 10am and drove up to LA.Â The drive wasn’t so bad really. When I got there, luckily there was a parking spot near his building. I let myself into the building and headed over to his apartment. I knew he was home since I could hear his dog barking at the door and he was watching a movie.
I waited several minutes and knocked again loudly. A voice came from behind the door that said “come in, it’s open”. So I left myself in and said hello. No response. I asked if I had left my phone there and pointed up at the shelf and said it was there. I asked if I could come in to get it, walked around the bed and got my phone. I then walked slowly back towards the door. Then there was about 1 minute of awkward silence.
I said, obviously, since my phone was here, you know I wasn’t reachable. No response. Then I went on to explain how I had gone thru all these efforts to try and reach him.
Then he said he had read the text messages on my phone. At that moment I had gone into shock or something. I wasn’t quite sure what was in those messages, but I had a sinking feeling. Then he called me on it. Let’s suffice it to say that I had an over zealous friend who was texting me about wanting to do something in particular that I wasn’t interested in doing. Again, I’m not going into detail. I was then accused of engaging in acts that I never actually did, and to this day, have NEVER done. He concluded I was dishonest about everything and you know what – I couldn’t respond. He said I was a liar and everything I told him was orchestrated and that I wasn’t being honest with him.
Again, I had nothing to say. What could I say? I was still in shock he violated my privacy. At that moment I told myself inside my head that there was nothing I could say to fix this. He had already dismissed me and that was it. He read my text messages. He read my messages. He probably would never believe, that if I had his phone, I would NEVER read his text message nor go thru my phone book.
Although we had only been on three dates, the time I spent with him was very real, very honest and genuine, there was no bullshit there and no it was not orchestrated. I mean, what the fuck? Why am I going to go thru all the trouble to fuck someone over when all I had to do was not go on the dates to begin with. But yes, I knew going into it that it was 53 miles one way and that it was going to be a burden. But I was willing to take that burden cuz I thought I could really like this guy. I could really understand him and his heart.
I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
It’s all very sad is all…Filed under: Personal Log