The World of Scott Mindeaux

Not Sure What To Call This Post

So…there is this guy that I have gone on three dates with.  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.  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.  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.  So again, I had hoped he would head over to his friends house and check email.

No go.

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.

Again…no go.

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.  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 knocked.

Nothing.

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…

ISS Toilet is Broken

I came across an article this afternoon on CNN. The International Space Station’s single Toilet is broken.  To clarify, the liquid portion of the toilet is broken, solid matter waste is still working.

Luckily, Space Shuttle Discovery is on the launch pad waiting for an already-scheduled launch on Saturday. They will send a plumbing fix it kit on the shuttle.

In the meantime, the astro/cosmo-nauts will have to rely on a makeshift system to take care of their “Number 1″ needs.

So one has to ask. As there no Female astronauts? If you look at the picture (click on it to enlarge), one clearly can figure out where a guy would do his task. One has to also assume that the solid waste system cannot take liquids, so where does a girl go when she’s gotta go on the ISS?