the fucking gross guy decided tonight would be a good night to call. clearly he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t get it at all.

last time he called in june i told him i was busy for like the next six weekends. you and i both know this is a complete lie, but i was trying to be subtle. i had tried the direct route with him years ago when i said, “i don’t ever want to see or talk to you again.”

honestly, i said that. he said, “i don’t think that is the kind of thing you should say on the phone. wait until we see each other again and then decide.”

so the fucking fuckwit calls again tonight.

so i lied.

“i’m seeing someone.”
“oh. is it exclusive.”
“yes, it is. i like him a lot. he’s totally rad.”
“well.”
“. . . ”
“i guess i’m not too mad or upset, but i had been looking forward to getting together with you to practice making babies.”

yes, that’s exactly what he said! can you believe this? i haven’t even seen this guy in TWO YEARS.

he could of said oh, gee, i was really hoping that i could see you. or gee, i really wanted to take you out to dinner and catch up or oh, gee he’s sure one lucky fellow.

but NOOOO, gross guy just wanted to fuck me. he’s upset because now he can’t fuck me. grrr, fucker makes me mad.

what is it with men? my god some of them are such total idiots.