Utter Shit

I am frustrated. I am wasting time on boys (such young little boys…if not by the calendar then certainly by there maturity).  Wasting so much time.

The newest one called me at 1 am Saturday morning.  I cannot remember the last time someone called me in the middle of the night.  Thankfully, the phone was downstairs.  It woke me and after a sleepy conversation with myself I decided if a friend needed me, they would be smart enough to call me back until I answered.

But the message did not sound drunken and he asked me to lunch.  I texted him early that I was working all day and called him around 2:30.  The call was painful, cementing my belief that this was not “the one”.  Not even the one to go on a date with.

But I have friends who are not dating at all, and I feel like I owe it to myself to at least be out there.  The practice can’t hurt, right?

The phone call ended with him asking me what I was doing that night and that maybe we should get a drink.  Then around 7 he texts me “I am thinking about getting a drink”.

So I text back.  “OK”.  I mean it wasn’t an invite, right?  He was informing me of his thought much like some lame twitter posting.

Deciding that my new diet was more important to me this weekend than massive amounts of cocktails (I KNOW, I was surprised, too!) , I settled in with tivo.

This morning I woke to find yet another text.  “Let’s get a drink”.  Sent at 10:08.  And part of my brain exploded.  I think it was the part where I keep my patience and the ability to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

So here I sit, with a snarl on my face.  Frustrated.  And bored with it all.  Boys who cannot pick up a phone at a decent hour, ask for a real date (which leads me to believe this is more of some lame booty call), or just state what they want from you.  Oh. So. Done.

Can someone send me an adult, please?