“This love stuff is a motherfucker.” ~ Samantha Jones

I apologize in advance for this post being all over the place, but such is my life. Lets start with the fun stuff…my online dating inbox. It’s getting a bit ridiculous, its also really hard to keep up with everyone I do engage in conversation with. I’m thinking about starting a spreadsheet with their stats.

Inbox highlights of the week:

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Thats a new one, gotta love originality.
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…Umm, thank “ya”?
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We should!….should not….
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soooo you send the same message to every girl every few weeks I see?

Needless to say, I’m not having the best luck finding my prince charming. Also, date #1 hasn’t reached out since some small talk last week sooooo I think that might be a bust. Date #2 however has reached out every single day, to no response from me. Maybe I should just do what I said years ago and become a nun.

I heard from the Italian yesterday, he wanted to know how I was doing and let me know that he’s available if I ever want to skype. We didn’t part on horrible terms but they weren’t necessarily good. The finale of the Italian and I (see part 1 and part 2 here)  starts where I last left off, in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the water as we agreed to “just be friends”. He offered to sleep on the couch that night and I suggested that maybe it would be best for me to go to a hotel to avoid having him feel uncomfortable in his own house. He dismissed the thought and said I was crazy for suggesting it, he would NOT allow me to go to a hotel. After all, we only 3 nights left, and we were “friends” right?…

The next day his best friend came into town from Italy and we took a short trip to a neighboring city. There was definitely some tension in the air that I’m sure was felt by his friend. That night we went to a concert and the entire time The Italian whined about how “bad he felt” that he was so depressed and putting all this negative energy on me, how he couldn’t imagine me being with someone else but he didn’t know what he wanted to do. I was irritated by his whining, and calmly reminded him that we are friends, so lets just be friends no need to “feel bad”. I was checking out of his never ending pity party.

That night we went to bed around 2am, at about 5am I felt him staring at me. Creepy, right? I kept my eyes closed hoping it was just a dream, but about 5mins later the sensation was still there. I opened my eyes…and there he was, perched up with his hand under his head staring dead in my face. Reminder…it was 5AM, I went to sleep at 2AM…aka NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD. And he begins…”can we talk?”

OMG you have got to be fucking kidding me?! This man is going to be the DEATH of me. How many emo conversations can we have in one week?!? I obviously didn’t say all that, I just let out a big sigh and asked, what’s wrong? He explained that he really feels bad (what’s fucking new kid?) and that his friend thats in town told him that he feels uncomfortable around us because there is clearly some tension/frustration between us. He explained that he didn’t know what to do because the friend asked him to hang out with me separate from hanging out with him and he wanted to go to lunch alone with him today. I responded and reminded him that this is why I said this wouldn’t work, because now you feel obligated to me and I told you before I didn’t want that. Go hang out with your friend, I am fine and can surely entertain myself for two days….He wasn’t done. He kept going on and on about how this isn’t how he thought things would end and after a few minutes I just got the feeling he was waiting for me to say it again….”I should go to a hotel.” I let it out, and this man agreed, “yea, i think that’s for the best. I will have my assistant look up some options.” I was definitely pissed, but didn’t let that show, I just said ok, thanks. He went off to work and I started to pack my bags.

A few hours later he told me his assistant found a nice hotel for me and sent me the website link. I let him know I trusted wherever he thought was best because I’m in a foreign country and obviously don’t know where to pick. Then…..he let me know that in order to complete the reservation the hotel needed a credit card on file…he asked ME for my credit card. My credit card to pay for the hotel that I’m going to because of YOU in a foreign country that I’m in for the sole purpose of visiting YOU. I calmly asked the price and once he let me know I told him I couldn’t afford it. You’d think at that point he’d at least offer half right? NOPE. This man told me that he would go and find a cheaper option and asked what my budget was!!!!!!! A few minutes later he sent me what looked like the middle eastern equivalent of a motel 6. So you, the man that was just professing his love for me 72 hours prior, are willing to have me go sleep in a motel on my own dime in a country where I know no one and I’m here for YOU?! Not to mention, I just went with him 4 days prior to buy a new car, $60,000 CASH and we’re having a conversation about a hotel room.

You know the saying when people show you who they really are believe them the first time? That was my lightbulb moment.

I immediately told him nevermind, I’d figure it out myself. My blood was boiling but I hopped online and proceeded to book a room for two nights. Called a cab, left his key under the mat and never looked back. He tried to see me before I left, I told him there was no need for that. In the weeks following, he would check in daily, saying he missed me and was sorry things didn’t work out but emotionally I was so far gone from him. One day he told me that he would still like to skype daily if I was ok with it because we “are still friend after all!” Umm, how abouuuuuttttt…no. I eventually stopped responding so I was a bit surprised when he popped up this week. While I don’t hate him, I definitely lost all respect for him and the way he handled the situation. Prince charming he was not.

P.S. I recently spoke to Mr. Big. It’s a long story that I’m sure I’ll post sooner than later but it started with a flight to Dallas for dinner with him this past weekend.

#NoSexintheCity

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