Love Triangles Suck, Part 2
Just in case you’re wondering, I’ll be trying to post personal entries on POTP now, too. Change it up a bit. If you’re nosy, you should have fun, if you’re not nosy, well, then, you wouldn’t be reading a gossip blog to begin with. Um, hmm. I hope my entries are pleasing to all. 
My love triangle still exists in all its bullshit glory. I spent Saturday night with Rick, (fake name but formerly called ‘the sexiest man alive). I can now honestly confirm that Rick is my new drug. I’m hooked. So hooked.
On Friday I had some revenge on Rick. He is an a-hole, so it was time for a lil retaliation. I’m not into revenge, trust, I’m way too lazy; but then sometimes there’s just some folks who bring out the crazy.
On Wednesday I invited Rick to a house party on Friday. I “invited” him with no intention of actually calling him or picking him up. I just wanted to ruin his Friday. But it was a sticky situation.
Would he bail on me first, therefore, ruining the entire set up? Would he wait around on me at his house for 5 minutes and then leave? Or would he not even get ready in time because he’d be too busy doing online research, shopping for the massive engagement ring he plans on tying to his chocolate-dipped penis right before getting on bended knee and proposing? The possibilities were endless. All I knew is I wanted Rick to think that I’m obviously not that into him if I’m going to stand it up. Deflate his head a bit.
Guess what, all? It worked! Wonderfully!
On Friday night around 8 p.m. I sent Rick a text, “I’m like 6 lights away. See ya soon.” Then around 45 minutes later I sent a text, “I had to take care of a few things. So sorry. I’ll be there in 2 minutes.” Then I left it at that.
On Saturday around 1 a.m. I drunk dialed him and told him the party was awesome, there was a live band there and etc. He said he got my first text, jumped in the shower and waited on me. In fact, he waited for 4 hours! He got so exhausted sitting on his couch and waiting that he fell asleep, woke up, was still waiting then he got super pissed and just walked to his local bar. He said he thought I didn’t play games and he doesn’t like to play games. Too bad. Mission accomplished, motherfucker!
Then the next day, Saturday, he came over around 2 a.m. and spent the night. We, ya know, did nothing except discuss the pros and cons of John McCain picking Sarah Palin for VP. Heh. Good times.
There is no future with this dude. I mean, he didn’t call me on Friday to say wtf? and he didn’t call on Saturday to say ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ He doesn’t call often, but he’s hot. He can be as much of a jerk as he wants as long as he remains gorgeous and good at what he does.
So ya, you can totally screw up someone’s night like I did by doing the same exact thing. I was prepared to answer any questions if he called - I would convince him that I was indeed on my way, (you can insert any excuse here: stopping to get some drive-thru, filling up on gas, having to answer some text messages, going to the atm, whatever) - just convince whomever that you are gonna be there soon, stop answering their calls and never show up.
Luvs it.
