Backtracking

            As I said before, Saturday was Cheese and Thad’s wedding.  But Friday night was their rehearsal dinner and for some reason I wasn’t feeling well.  I don’t know what it was, maybe the stress of moving to North Carolina and having zero time to accomplish everything that I was supposed to do in the time allotted to me, or just being tired from actually trying to do everything in 3 days!  I don’t know!

            Whatever.  I go home, pack, do laundry, and take a nap.  Then I call Reg and we decide at 9pm to go to the Watering Hole to see some friends before my move and the wedding. 

            So were there with Finny and were having a few drinks and whatnot.  I don’t even see this motherfucker, I smell him.  As he basically bathes in his cologne.  Guy #1.  Typical.  Why not, right?

            I am aware that he is standing behind me but I try not to let it bother me, as I don’t give a rats ass about him and it is what it is.  So he taps me on the shoulder in a frugal attempt to get my attention.  I ignore it.  Then he does it again and I turn around and he is standing there.

            “Hey!”

            Really, ass crack, really?!

            “Hello.”

            “Whats going on?”

            “Nothing, just grabbing a few drinks.”

            “Wedding tomorrow huh?”

            “Yup.”

            “Awesome.  Leigh invited me to go, but I didn’t want to and I have to work anyways.”

            “Shame.”

            First of all, I think I might have croaked if I saw him sitting there at my fucking table with a shit eating grin on his stupid face and secondly, just no.

            “So I hear your moving?”

            “Yup.”

            Can we just acknowledge how I am not giving him appropriate answers to any questions or comments he is throwing my way!?  That’s right ladies!  Be strong and don’t answer the one person that you actually do care for!  Don’t do it!  This is not the 50’s!  Were independent!  (But I really want to answer him in full detail and say things like, ‘yes I am leaving.  Please, give me a reason to stay!  Please!”)

            “Were you just going to leave and not even tell me?’

            WOAH!  WOAH!  Why do you care?!  I deleted you from my phone weeks ago to keep myself from drunk texting you or feeling the need to even talk to you, so please, don’t ask me why I am not going to let you know of my future plans.  Dad.  Why the fuck do you feel the need to know my every move?!

            “What?  Why would I do that?’

            “Ughhh Ughh I don’t know….”

            Fuck you, you don’t know!  Get the hell out of here!  You know!  But incase you don’t, here it is; I don’t fucking care!  You tell me shit and throw it in my face then tell me that you and I can’t be together or whatever because its “too complicated”.  Eat me bro.  I will provide the spoon.

            (Why do I rant when he is involved in the blog?)

            Moving on…

            He goes on and on about nothing, because frankly I am not paying attention and I just want to get back to my drink and have fun with the girls because its my last night in town and I don’t want to deal with this shit.

            Needless to say he hasn’t texted me or contacted me since I have moved and I don’t think he is going to.  Not to mention, I wouldn’t know if it was him because he is NOT in my phone! 

            Winning!

            Now to find either a sexy McDoctor or just a rando on the streets.