Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The best laid plans...

Sometimes go awry.

I wasn’t planning on speaking to The Player again. I figured after I blew him off Saturday, he’d figure out that I’m just not that into him.

As is usual in my life, not so much the case.

I had the boysies last night, and while we were reading stories before bedtime The Player called and left a message. I didn’t even hear the phone ring. Imagine my surprise walking back into my room and seeing the blinking yellow light. I really didn’t think it would be from him either. Then I played it.

I had to call him back. He sounded like such a lost puppy on my machine I felt bad. And then, there I am, yet again, listening to him complain about his job.

Stop complaining already dude… do something about it! You’re forty-four years old. Grow a pair!

Then, in one breath he tells me he doesn’t want to crowd me, and with the next, asks me what I’m doing tonight. Did I want to grab a drink or something? Aaauuugggghhhh!

At least I was nice about not making plans. I told him that I have my appointment tonight and I didn’t remember if it was at 6:30 or 7:30 (LIAR!)

That bought me a little time at least.

Why do I feel bad about this? Just tell him that this isn’t working for me, and leave it at that, right?

I think it’s because I’m too nice.

That’s actually number 5 on my list of validating statements about myself. That I’m nice.

Maybe it isn’t such a positive after all.

Heh.

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