Why?

I haven't thought about him in weeks. No wondering what he was doing. No caring who he was with...nothing. Im not so sure I really cared about all that because I liked him or more so for my bruised ego. I saw him out with another girl(s)

K and I were talking. That was it.
He tended to pour it on a little thick. That was all part of his "game"

I knew K across the bar before he even came over to (re)introduce himself. We had met a few years prior on several different drunken occassions, we had mutual friends. I knew all about him and yet I believe that people can change (it had been like 3 years since I had last heard an utterly disgusting K story) so I gave him my number (with bated breath).

Fast Forward 1 week.
K calls. We go out. He gets so drunk that I have to help him out of the bar. I take him home. He attacks my face, throat and teeth with his tongue. I wipe the spit off my forehead. He goes inside. Date Over.

After about an hour of apology the next morning I decide that this guy isnt so bad, although his kissing skills may determine otherwise, and agree to meet him at a bar the next weekend.

Cut to the next weekend.
We hang out. We have fun. No big deal.

Cut to the next few weeks.
Lots of talking. Getting-to-know-you crap. "K is different, he has changed."

A random Friday evening.
2 calls to the cell (0ver 4 hours) to see what he was doing because I was going to a bar right by his house (not because it was by his house but because a great band was going to be there). No call back. No big deal. I didnt stress...no really, I didnt. I would be lying though if I said that I didnt have a little crush on him at this juncture.

Friday night.
Loving the band so much that my girl friend and I are sweating profusely from jamming out, we decide to go upstairs to the outside deck to dry off. (Still summer!) Walking back in from drying off...there he was. I smiled at him and realized that he quickly took his hand out of another girl's. Not pissed...yet. K literally puts his hand in front of his face to shield it and guides his girl out of my line of site and I am assuming out of the bar. Pissed. Did he really think that by putting his hand in front of his face like that that he made himself invisible and time warped back by 30 seconds? Nope, didnt see ya K...bitch.

The Friday after the last one.
He called. I didnt answer. I wasn't in the mood.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday x2.
He called. I didnt answer. I wasn't in the mood.
No voicemails, no texts, no emails. Just blank calls.

Finally a text asking him if I could meet him at the movie theater by his house.
Sure, I was in the mood to deal with the situation (or lack thereof). I walked in, he hugged me, asked how I was doing and guided me into a movie. We watched the movie in silence. We hugged goodbye. "Call ya later S." Bye.

The End.

I felt the need to make no effort towards him. I was waiting for him to bring the situation up, but he didnt. I didnt expect any different. I wasnt looking for an apology, just an acknowledgment. Nothing.

I let it go. I would check his myspace account (BOO me here immediately...louder...cuz I SUCK!) But it helped me to realize what a chode this guy was and well...I felt better...almost good about the brush off.

Until today. I had forgotten about him. (Except for the drunken convo with Frankie at Spoon 2 weeks ago when she told me she was banging him and that she had been for months. I pretended like I didnt remember who he was.) He calls me from a different number than his cell and asks me out tonight.

Why?

Spidey Senses...some people have em...this guy does. He doesnt want me to forget about him, but Im not sure why. Ego? Maybe.

Is he going to continue to do this? Come and go as he pleases? Not cool. My pride hurts around him. He doesnt make me feel very good. K=yuck. I hope he doesnt drunk dial me. Oh wait, he has Frankie for that.

Thanks for making me feel like ca-ca, Asshole.
Happy Friday to you too.