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| 01.20.05 (12:42 pm) [edit] |
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:lol: The P Man called me and then he hung up on me. How rude :P I was pretty frosty during the convo, considering the last time we spoke. He remembered that he called me and apologised for waking me up. We made some small talk. He wanted to know when we could get together since I'm always busy. Actually, I'm not, but when you try to get together on the day of, I might have something else going on. The convo ended like this: P: Why am I so good looking? Me: You're not. *thinking...where did that come from?* P: What? You don't think I'm good looking? Me: Well, I don't think you're ugly. P: Are you serious? Me: Yes. We've had this conversation before. P: We did? Me: Yes. P: So you don't think I'm good looking? Me: Well, I don't think you're ugly. P: Then why are you talking to me? Other girls think I'm good looking. Me: Then maybe you should be talking to them instead of me. [Pet peeve: I really don't give a rat's ass about other girls when a guy is talking to me, especially if it's about their experiences in the sack...I never want to hear about it.] P: *silence* Whoa, you're in a bad mood today. *more silence * *Hangs up* Actually, he called me back while I typing this entry. He wanted to know why I was trying to piss him off. Maybe I am, subconsciously...who knows. But cocky people make me want to take them down a notch. And the P Man is definitely cocky. His ego is so inflated, and I don't think it's warranted. Then we talked about his looks...and why I had even given him the time of day when we first met if I didn't think he was good looking. Seriously, for me, it was just not about the looks. I did not even mention his looks in my blog entry when [url=http://www.tblog.com/template...]I first met him then[/url]. And he brought up why we weren't going out. [It *is* easier now...when I tell myself we're not going out. I still don't feel great when I think about him out hitting on girls, etc., but my expectations of him are so low that I'm well on my way to moving completely on.] He said he would call me later, and he promised it wouldn't be 2 in the morning. |
posted by: irishred (reply)
post date: 01.20.05 (1:16 pm)
Tell P I think he is good looking. Maybe that will make him feel better.
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 01.21.05 (6:27 am)
good grief - how old is this person, 12?
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 01.21.05 (8:40 am)
Reply to: almsthvn
The P Man is 25, actually...he'll be 26 next month. I think I am ready for someone older. BWAHAA
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 01.21.05 (9:01 am)
Reply to: almsthvn
Whoops, I meant 27 next month. I can do math, really...
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