Tonight was supposed to be my second date with Finance. I say supposed to be because it never happened. I have a sixth sense about crap like this and saw something like it coming.
It started Wednesday night. Finance wanted me to call him when I got home. I told him it could possibly be late because I was going shopping with a friend and had to edit my sister's paper. He told me it was no problem. Ok, cool. I went to the mall with one of the A's and got a new shirt to wear Friday night. (Thanks Aunt M for the gift card!) By the time that I got home and finished everything I had to do it was 10:15 PM. I send him a text asking him if he was still up. He shoots back, "I am really tired and already in bed." That's fine. I'm tired myself. It's been a long day and shopping always wears me out.
Thursday morning I don't get a text from him. Since we started talking he has always sent me one when he woke up in the mornings. I think this is weird but don't worry about it too much. Finance also sends me multiple texts throughout the day. I get nothing from him so I send him one later on and all he has to say in reply is that he is busy at work. Since I didn't get the chance to call him on Wednesday I decided I would call him when I got home from work on Thursday. He doesn't answer and I leave him a voicemail. I get nothing from him Thursday night. By now my jerk sensor is going off. I'm hoping that I'm wrong and push it out of my mind.
It's now today, Friday, date day. I woke up early, got all my stuff together, and drove to work. I don't drive to work, I take the bus. For me to drive it's a big deal. It's noon and I still haven't heard from him so I shoot him an email asking if we are still on for tonight. Nothing. By now I am getting kind of mad. At least have the courtesy to tell me we aren't on for dinner anymore.
I don't hear from Finance until 3:15 PM, two hours before we are supposed to meet for dinner. When I do hear from him I feel like an ass. He tells me that he was in an accident involving his four wheeler, was knocked unconscious, and broke his arm. OMG! I get messages from him like, "I'm alive thats all that really matters." And, "Its better than it could have been." For the next half hour he has me feeling sorry for him.
Then I get this, "Lol. Had ya goin. Didnt actually get hurt. Ha ha!" You effing asshole. I felt sorry for you. I was ready to forgive the fact that you were acting like a tool the past few days. I don't say anything in reply. My phone beeps again. "But you are going to be mad at me though." He cancelled on me. Want to know why? He blew me off because he got an effing ticket to the baseball game tonight. You do not blow off a second date for a baseball game and expect the girl to be understanding. I bought a new shirt, I got waxed, I shaved my legs. I had a lot of time and money vested into something that was never going to happen. I don't say anything in reply. I am done. Whatever Jerkface.
Seriously. He went from nice guy to asshole in a finger snap. Who makes up a story about a broken arm to get sympathy? A sick, twisted fuck, that's who. Excuse my language but I'm just a little ticked off. I delete his number, I remove him as a friend on the social networking site where we met, and I delete his email address. I don't need this. There are too many other real nice guys out there to waste any more of my time on this one.
WELCOME TO NEW CANADA, BITCHES.
19 hours ago