The Lady Said No

Got this email yesterday:

Subject: Hello

Let’s get some coffee this week.

[The Needy Gamer]

Getting Back Into the Game

Before The Talk with LBHF, in a state of short-lived numb acceptance, I re-activated my Match.com account. I got more than a few hits, and was working on dates with a couple of different dudes, most of whom were not up to my usual standards of hotness/smartness. I quickly realized that my judgment was questionable at best, and that I was not ready to be seeing people again yet, so I deactivated it after about three days. I told the three guys with whom I had made dates that I had just gone through a devastating breakup, was totally insane and in therapy, and that I was still nowhere near ready to be seeing anyone yet.

LBHF Gets On My Nerves

(Note: Edited from previous posts for the purposes of cohesiveness)

Dinner with K
Thursday: LBHF and I go to K’s for dinner.

Salt in the Wound

I’m having a really bad week for episodes of psychotic jealousy.

My brother’s coming in town today to run a 5K with me at a festival for a local microbrewery tomorrow. I noticed on my Facebook feed that he is planning to attend a party this evening hosted by

On the fence

Somewhat less annoyed today, but still not sure if I’m ever going to get over being called “Tiffany”. At this point, I’m really not sure what I’m going to do.

LBHF fucks up bigtime

So we go out last night, planning to do karaoke at a bar in the Highlands with a group of his friends. We drink a bit, whisper lascivious things into each other’s ears throughout the evening, decide to ditch his friends and head back to my place for a tumble or four.

AFF Waiter pops up like a whack-a-mole

Shortly after my telling C that I was pretty sure he’d given up after our abysmal encounter last week, AFF Waiter texted me tentatively, twice. I’m trying to think of another T-word to further draw out the alliteration, but it’s late and I’m tired.

Anyway, I didn’t respond. I’ve simply got no use for him.

Still annoyed

He just called. Apparently it was a tough night at work. He is dropping off someone with whom he carpooled and will then come over to my place. I suppose the pretense is that we will watch a movie or something. He’d better make an effort to un-irritate me, though, or no fun will be had this evening at all.

Harrumph.

AFF Waiter is late

…and I am getting annoyed. He was supposed to call when his shift was over at 10. I know that it’s likely that he’s just been held up at work, but he was also late for our first date. I at least call when I’m running late (which, granted, is nearly all of the time). I’m giving him until 11 and then I’m going out to meet Young EMT.

No sense in wasting this painstaking cuteness on another evening home alone.

OLB gets annoying

Tried to make this update a couple of times yesterday, but WordPress and my phone don’t seem to get along well.

OLB texted me while I was out with AFF waiter on Tuesday night:

01/20/2009 10:20PM – On for friday nite still?

I didn’t respond, because I was out with someone else. Yesterday was a hellaciously busy day at work, so I also didn’t respond during the day, but I’d planned to give him a call when I left the office. However, I then received this text:

01/21/2009 5:02PM – Hey you…..

I was in a meeting, so I didn’t respond to that one immediately, either, which led to this voicemail:

01/21/2009 5:21PM – Hey hot stuff, ah, it’s [OLB], ah I’m callin to make sure we’re on for Friday, I haven’t heard from you, I hope everything’s ok, um, I haven’t heard from you since you got back from your trip- I THINK. Anyway, catch you soon. [gives his phone number]

So, during a period of less than 20 minutes, he calls AND texts (I was still in my meeting when I received the voicemail, by the way) after not having received a response from his previous message. At the time, it seemed somewhat pushy and obnoxious, but I was in a pissy mood to beat all others at the time, so I decided to sleep on it before making a decision as to whether I’d burn that bridge completely.

This morning, after a moderate but still inadequate amount of sleep, I’m on the fence. It’s very possible that I overreacted completely, but K and J had varying impressions when I talked to both of them yesterday. Correct me if I misinterpret, ladies, but here’s the gist as I recall it:

K – You don’t have to like him; that’s not what it’s about. Go ahead with Friday, because it is a new and exciting experience that you might not otherwise have. You can always ditch him afterwards.

J – What the hell? The guy is just a booty call; he has to realize that the boundaries of this situation are not the same as they might be if you were taking starlit beach walks and talking about each other’s feelings. Ditch the dude, and other opportunities will come along. Anyway, I like AFF Waiter as a prospect much more.

In these two cases, I paraphrase.

I’ll post when I’ve decided exactly what I’m going to do. I think my horomonal levels are off or something, because I am nowhere near as whorishly aggressive this week as I had been for the past month or so. Then again, it could also be the combination of work stress and sleep deprivation. More when I figure out what I’ll do…