Saturday, August 30, 2008

Welcome to the Human Race

The Saturday Scavenger Hunt word this week was chosen by the Alien at Swamp Gas and Moonlit Reflections. His word was blue. So, here is picture of me and Coadster on Pier 39 with me wearing a blue shirt against a blue sky and a blue ocean. Oh yeah, and I'm wearing blue jeans.

So, after writing yesterday's post about being open and seeing what could happen, I ended up finding out sooner than I thought. That's right, I got a text from Mr. B. around 6 o'clock that said something like his ex wanted him to pick up his son early on Monday morning, so he wouldn't be able to make it on Sunday. I had already texted him yesterday and told him that I got my ex to trade nights, so I wouldn't have the girls.

Again, I think a cancellation deserves a phone call, especially since he told me he'd call me once he knew one way or another. I'm also still not sure why he couldn't come up anyway. If he had to get up early, we just wouldn't stay out that late, and set an alarm. Done.

I was disappointed and hurt and confused and I wasn't sure how to respond. If he had called me, I could have asked him why he wouldn't come anyway, but he texted me and I'm not good at having a real conversation through text. So, I just texted him back and said: "ok." I'm certainly not going to beg someone to hang out with me.

It's just instance number 5,236 of me not understanding men. Excuse me for writing in bad mixed TV and movie quotes, but I can feel it coming on. If he wanted to see me, he'd make an effort, and if he didn't want to, why would he make such a big deal about calling me at work to set it all up? As Yoda would say, "Do or Do Not. There is not try." Did he suddenly lose interest in 24 hours or was it a Marcia Brady thing where "something suddenly came up", meaning a better opportunity presented itself? It's not like I got hit in the nose with a football or anything. So, I guess we're done now, and I can put on my Levi's Movin' On jeans and commence to movin' on. Again.

Tomorrow is our block party and my friend Bridget, who is always trying to set me up with guys, is at it again. She wants to introduce me to a guy she thinks is great and "kind of hunky". He has kids and is actually my age, which is good, but her other set-up attempts haven't been that great. One guy was super cranky and had a hugely inflated self-image. She wanted to set me up with another guy who my friend John told me he thought was a dumb-ass and my friend K. confirmed it.

So, I'll meet this guy and see how it goes. Again. Maybe he'll be geeky and funny enough for me, or maybe he'll be just another dumb-ass. I'll keep you posted.

14 comments:

DJSassafrass said...

Mr. B is crazy.

Minyo said...

Men can be really frustrating!! Hang in there....someone out there will come along some day and won't be able to stay away.

Mrs. Hairy Woman said...

Like the saying goes A little something like this: "Out with the old, In with the new" so keep on movin and see how far He gets the next time.. Why guys are so like that is still a mystery to womenkind..( sorry fellas)!..lol

sissy said...

That mr.B sure is a jerk. He has proven this time and again. He just can't get it together. I'm sure there is someone else(besides the kid). I'm sure you will find that out someday. Hang in there. That whole other fish in the sea thing is true.

aliencg said...

A phone is always the proper protocol (face to face is better). I think you're making the right decision and moving on. Have fun at the block party.

laura b. said...

Meh, you don't need to beg anyone to hang out with you. You have so much going on between your friends, your flirts, and your kids.
I totally get the appeal of a Mr. B. Maybe one day he'll come through and surprise us all.

Poptart said...

I am so sorry churl. But I do love your yoda quote and promptly put it as my email signature.

I also love your (new?) tag of lonliness of the long distance runner...

he is crazy.

Danny said...

God, I hate texting, especially in relationships. Luckily, since it takes me 20 minutes to text one word (problems with my motor skills? hand-eye coordination?), it's never going to be an issue for me. Mr. B. texted that message because he was too embarrassed to tell you himself but that doesn't excuse it. He should've called--you would have understood. Now he just looks like a jerk.

Tara said...

Ugh...I'm sorry that guy hurt you and was all confusing. The text messages help him avoid having a confrontation over the phone. That's my guess.

Great photo for the word, I like the blue jeans, blue shirt and blue sky and ocean. Awesome.

Anonymous said...

I checked out the link in the previous post. Looks like a fuckin' loser. Count your blessings.

Bro-in-Law

Cricket said...

I don't speak guy-ese either. That's why I've turned to girls.

Like your layered effort on blue. Always great to have the parent-kid shot with both smiling!

booda baby said...

Here's my vote on the text thing (I get to vote, don't I?): next time one of those things come in, don't answer it. It's not a real conversation, it's not even an effort at a real conversation, and it's got nothing at all to do with getting how amazing you are. Of course, you're fun and wild and playful and pretty much up for anything, but you're kind and thoughtful and loyal and playful and pretty much up for anything and I'm voting that they should lose the texting and get busy with the seeing you as a multidimensional woman. But that sort of means saying no to the cheap ass texting crap.

evilesb138 said...

I think the post is a little blue in mood....

Mr B must have wings of wax and fears flying too close to the sun.

Good use, unfortunately in this case, of the word.

k_sra said...

geeky/funny vs. dumbass: the suspsense is KILLING ME! : )

Nice shot!

I DID post my blue shots, but they didn't post at the right time, so they are belated: Sarah's Scavenger Shots