What is it with boys, pfft.
They are bloody weird.
As you may know by now, I’m pretty much laid back in the old romantic department, a less polite term may be “emotionally retarded”. When I was in NYC, I met a lovely man, a very goodlooking, sexy man. He was enamoured with me, which was exceptionally flattering and also a lot of fun. I met him at this event called “Irishfest”, that’s just asking for trouble, isn’t it? He thought I was italian (hah!) and wasn’t even deterred by the fact I hadnt seen my hostel for two days as I had been randomly crashing at random american peoples houseparties. I had a hole in my tights! (I didnt notice this at the time and when I noticed it in the morning, he said, “yeah I saw it the first time I saw you”. Charming.
Anyway, this man is just like all the rest. Bloody weird! He likes to keep in touch via the old book of face, we message sporadically. Initially frequently, as I headed on to NZ and he was still “plagued” with the thought of me perhaps. Though for men, out of sight is definitely out of mind. As months passed correspondance was a few times a month.
He has this arkward thing… where he will leave messages on my wall going HEY MILEY HOW YOU BEEN?? JUST CHECKING YOU ARE STILL ALIVE! Not in capitals, I just put them in capitals cause… I just did, okay! The weird thing is, before this message, he emailed me a week ago asking the same thing and I like to hear from him, as with all my friends I met on my travels, so I reply. None of this weird crap of , oooh you didnt email me for a while, I will wait to reply. I might be like that if I was totally hot for him. Anyway, so I reply and I dont get a reply back, but then a week later, the random message asking if I am alive.
Either he has early onset dementia or that psycho woman he was seeing when I was out there, goes onto his facebook and deletes his mail. I wouldnt put it passed her. I didnt do anything, the time I stayed with him in his bed (I’m a good girl, remember!) and he had told me he had come to Irishfest with this other woman, that he had just “seen a few times!. Well, of course, he was lying, he’d been seeing her for ages, as I noticed on facebook, she had been on his wall messaging I MISS YOU, YOU ARE THE BEST for about 7 months…. Anyway, she was a complete weirdo. That night she messaged and called him about 12 times after he had said he wanted to go home by himself, pretending she was being stalked and that she had to come to his. Then she showed up and I hid in his roommate’s cupboard and he got rid of her. Then apparently she came back at 4am and was banging on the door but no one let her in because she is a nutjob.
He didnt treat her very nicely at all, did he? I thought in retrospect. I didnt know he’d been “seeing” her for so long. But if a man ignored my voicemails where I was crying that someone was stalking me to my house and that I had also locked myself out of my house… I would be unimpressed. She is a doormat for him though. I think that’s why he still sees her (as evidence of his facebook wall, many “I MISS YOU BOY, CALL ME!”… ugh, dignity woman, dignity! I think I made a lucky escape from that mess. He was all “man I wish you were staying here longer bla bla bla”. I was too excited as I was off on my next country adventure and there were kiwi boys to meet!
I cant be bothered replying to him, or I will, I will say, do you have alzheimers? I replied to your mail the other day…” . That will get psycho woman’s pants in a right twist, teehee, evil!
Night dear abyss!
