Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Blatent and planned disrespect... amazing. Sh!t test? Wait, what kind of game is this? Blah, doesn't matter, I'm all over it.
Here's the background:
I meet up with chick, call, fux, things are going smooth. I had some obligations, life gets in the way, we don't see each other for a couple weeks. She calls, we meet up, end up in bed fooling around, she brought up some BS negativity to take a shot at me, I tell her to cram it. I bring up some so crap to take a shot back and she replies "Let's just keep it light." Ouch - she's getting back at me for previously when I brushed her back. Then she was asking what my B-day was because she couldn't remember... I wouldn't tell her and let her guess. "Come on, tell me." "Maybe after our kids are grown up and move out."
crackup: - "keep it light" :crackup
Anyway, she bounces, that was last week Thursday. This week, Monday, I talk to her. When I go to set up plans, she tells me "I'll see you Wednesday." and the phone call ends.
Ok, guys, tell me if some of the more seasoned vets will relate, but she was busted. She fully intended to set up plans for Wednesday purely for the sake of flaking. I could hear it in her voice. So, I double-booked.
She calls Tuesday afternoon and she got my VM. "blahblahblah call me." I call, leave a message, no return call. It's a flake in full effect. No call Wednesday, no show, then a call Thurday afternoon:
*"If I only had a brain" ringtone from the Wizard of Oz*
V: "I would while away the hours, consorting with the flowers, hmm hmm-hm-hm-hm-hmm - Hellooo?" *hello sung in place of "brain"*
HB: "Are you mad?"
V: "Hahahah, Mad? No." *cheery voice*
HB: "Are you sure? You sound mad." (sound mad? WTF? I was half laughing!?!)
V: "There's nothing to be mad about, kitty-kat."
HB: "You sure? You're not mad?"
V: "Come now, why would I waste my energy being mad?"
HB: "Because I was supposed to come over Wednesday."
V: "It would be one thing if I didn't EXPECT it from YOU. I keep hoping you'll surprise me, but, you just are what you are. I actually made other plans Monday for Wednesday, that's how predictable you've gotten."
HB: "You sound mad."
V: "It's busy at work. *saved by the bell, another phone line rings in the background* I gotta go."
HB: "Can I call you tonight?"
V: "Knock yourself out. Talk to you later."
HB: "Kay, bye hunny."
*Click*
No call later that night - go figure.
Thing is, I truly wasn't mad. I got laid Wednesday, no sweat. I was a little disappointed: I like fuxing this chick and was looking forward to seeing her, but she just can't seem to dispense with the drama, games, and disrespect. Alas, I must call a spade a spade and toss her on the w4ore pile.
The point of the post is this: has anyone had similar scenarios? You see what's going on right away, are like ":yawn:", and end up blowing apart whatever sh!t test/game they're running? What the fack is with insisting that I'm mad?!? "You're mad." "No I'm not." "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "Yes You ARE!" :crazy:
Well... I might have failed the "if you liked me, you'd be mad" test if that was the angle, but she failed the "If you weren't playing silly games or had more interest, you would have called instead of blatently disrespecting me" test. So, it's the bottom of the heap for her until she comes crawling back bawling apologizing. If she doesn't straighten up and beg forgiveness - good riddance.
It's just SOOO ridiculous calling after a stunt like that and the first thing you say is "Are you mad?" Like, duh, hello?!!! Flashing neon "I'm playing games with you on purpose and calling to see if it worked!" sign.
I can't help but to giggle for calling her a predictable slut and it went right over her head... she might've caught on later when she went running back to her friend and was like "He wasn't mad? Why wasn't he mad? I don't understand! I 'just am what I am'? What's that supposed to mean?"
:woo:
Will it never end?
Here's the background:
I meet up with chick, call, fux, things are going smooth. I had some obligations, life gets in the way, we don't see each other for a couple weeks. She calls, we meet up, end up in bed fooling around, she brought up some BS negativity to take a shot at me, I tell her to cram it. I bring up some so crap to take a shot back and she replies "Let's just keep it light." Ouch - she's getting back at me for previously when I brushed her back. Then she was asking what my B-day was because she couldn't remember... I wouldn't tell her and let her guess. "Come on, tell me." "Maybe after our kids are grown up and move out."
Anyway, she bounces, that was last week Thursday. This week, Monday, I talk to her. When I go to set up plans, she tells me "I'll see you Wednesday." and the phone call ends.
Ok, guys, tell me if some of the more seasoned vets will relate, but she was busted. She fully intended to set up plans for Wednesday purely for the sake of flaking. I could hear it in her voice. So, I double-booked.
She calls Tuesday afternoon and she got my VM. "blahblahblah call me." I call, leave a message, no return call. It's a flake in full effect. No call Wednesday, no show, then a call Thurday afternoon:
*"If I only had a brain" ringtone from the Wizard of Oz*
V: "I would while away the hours, consorting with the flowers, hmm hmm-hm-hm-hm-hmm - Hellooo?" *hello sung in place of "brain"*
HB: "Are you mad?"
V: "Hahahah, Mad? No." *cheery voice*
HB: "Are you sure? You sound mad." (sound mad? WTF? I was half laughing!?!)
V: "There's nothing to be mad about, kitty-kat."
HB: "You sure? You're not mad?"
V: "Come now, why would I waste my energy being mad?"
HB: "Because I was supposed to come over Wednesday."
V: "It would be one thing if I didn't EXPECT it from YOU. I keep hoping you'll surprise me, but, you just are what you are. I actually made other plans Monday for Wednesday, that's how predictable you've gotten."
HB: "You sound mad."
V: "It's busy at work. *saved by the bell, another phone line rings in the background* I gotta go."
HB: "Can I call you tonight?"
V: "Knock yourself out. Talk to you later."
HB: "Kay, bye hunny."
*Click*
No call later that night - go figure.
Thing is, I truly wasn't mad. I got laid Wednesday, no sweat. I was a little disappointed: I like fuxing this chick and was looking forward to seeing her, but she just can't seem to dispense with the drama, games, and disrespect. Alas, I must call a spade a spade and toss her on the w4ore pile.
The point of the post is this: has anyone had similar scenarios? You see what's going on right away, are like ":yawn:", and end up blowing apart whatever sh!t test/game they're running? What the fack is with insisting that I'm mad?!? "You're mad." "No I'm not." "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "Yes You ARE!" :crazy:
Well... I might have failed the "if you liked me, you'd be mad" test if that was the angle, but she failed the "If you weren't playing silly games or had more interest, you would have called instead of blatently disrespecting me" test. So, it's the bottom of the heap for her until she comes crawling back bawling apologizing. If she doesn't straighten up and beg forgiveness - good riddance.
It's just SOOO ridiculous calling after a stunt like that and the first thing you say is "Are you mad?" Like, duh, hello?!!! Flashing neon "I'm playing games with you on purpose and calling to see if it worked!" sign.
I can't help but to giggle for calling her a predictable slut and it went right over her head... she might've caught on later when she went running back to her friend and was like "He wasn't mad? Why wasn't he mad? I don't understand! I 'just am what I am'? What's that supposed to mean?"
:woo:
Will it never end?

