So on Friday, I went out with Bag Buddy and another one of our friends to this bar downtown. While he stayed sober, I was very un-sober. He decided that THAT was the perfect time to tell me that basically he’s not interested in starting anything up with me. He went on and on about how he’s “messed up” and how I wouldn’t want that and that he’s not ready to be in a relationship. Oh- my favorite was “I said I liked you, not that I wanted to date you.”
So yea. We had that mini fight at the bar (so awful looking that some guy bought us shots because while I looked so pretty, everyone could tell I was super sad and he was being a complete DOUCHE.
My friend drove us back to my place where Bag Buddy parked his car. I refused to talk to him as I went inside. The next morning, I had a text-fest with my BFF from the gym, explaining what had happened. She was really confused by it, too, since she knew the whole story beforehand.
Around 12, Bag Buddy called me to talk. He couldn’t understand how I was so upset and why I expected there to be anything between us. I told him that I wasn’t upset that he didn’t want to date me- I was upset because he came out of nowhere, made me change everything I was doing, and was just going to peace out. He thinks he knows that it’ll end and end poorly, but I explained that he couldn’t know that because I’m not anything like the 19 year olds he’s used to dating.
By the end of the long phone discussion, he still didn’t understand where I was coming from and I just completely shut down. I had nothing else to say and he just wasn’t getting it. Then he got paranoid, because I told him that I had already told my friend about it. He asked what I told her and I said that I just told her what happened. He asked “YOUR version, or what actually happened?” Didn’t that piss me off. I’m not one of those girls that exaggerates stories like that- c’mon.
So I guess after we hung up, he started texting her to try to clear his name. She tried to explain to him why I was so hurt. He knows that I’m hurt and wants to be there, as a friend, to make me feel better- which obviously he can’t do since he’s the one that hurt me. He didn’t get it, but she thinks he may understand a little bit more now. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow at the gym.
So, um, so much for that.