A rash of men! What's the cure?

Tonight, Cute Butt Boy and I started text messaging, and he asked me what I was doing this weekend. I told him I didn't know, and he asked me about getting together Saturday night. I told him I didn't know, and that I needed to talk to him when he wasn't working. He phoned me anyway.

I told him I couldn't "hang out" with him anymore, and I thought he'd say "okay." I didn't really think about what would happen after that. I just figured, he'd respect and accept my choice, and that we'd just grow apart and let things fade. But no...He wanted to know the whys!

I told him I didn't want to "hang out" with someone I wasn't dating, and that I figured he must like this girl that he'd been dating since he hadn't slept with her (she had not want to...). I also told him that I would I didn't want to "hang out" with someone that didn't care about me.

We had a lot of awkward silences. He seemed to want to prolong the conversation...I didn't know what else to say. I said what I wanted to get across. He thought I was giving him an ultimatum -- like "date me or get out of my life." I just never thought about us dating. *shrugs* But now he wants to talk about entertaining the idea?! Tsk. I just figured things would have happened if they were meant to happen.

And UnPorsche is coming home Tuesday. My problem is that I want to really like him. I'm scared of not liking him because of the boredom and the lack of wanting to jump his bones. *sigh* He's a great guy, and he is right for some girl out there. I'm just not sure if I will go crazy! It's too early for him to get on my nerves. I can't really blame PMS for everything, can I?

And National Geographic Shoes -- I would totally go for him if he was single. Poo. Or maybe not. The thrill of the chase is too enticing to me!