Utter Shit

That sentence makes my skin crawl.

On our first date, the vet said, “When can I see you again?” but nothing was put on the calendar.

The next day he said, “I am not sure we nailed down a date/time to go out again. Let me know if you are interested”

To which I replied with dates (ok, one window of time where I had to work) I was not available, and said I was free for the rest of the long, long weekend.

Nothing.

And by Sunday, after dropping a hint that I had the next 2 days off from work I get “Do you want to hang out sometime?”

And I want to scream NO! I do not want to hang out SOMETIME. Fuck, the wishy-washy-ness in that question makes me want to tear out someones eyes. I want to “hang out” (so high school) on THIS day. Or at THIS event.

Sunday night, he calls and says something about Thursday to which I reply, “That is the only night I have plans” and he drops the rest of the conversation.

I want a guy that says, “Mere, I want to see you again, how does Wednesday or Friday look?” I want a guy confident enough in himself to put it out there and stop playing these high school games of “hanging out”.

I am frustrated.   I am refusing to deal with boys today.  No email, no computer time.  If they call….MAYBE I will answer.  But probably not.