Oh boys.
So don't worry, this post is not about HP7; it's about the idiocy of the guys I choose to date. So last night, I'm in bed. I didn't go to bed very early considering I barely slept at all the night before. All of the sudden, at 1:30 in the morning, my phone rings. I just turn the ringer off so the call goes straight to my machine. I figure it's probably just one of my drunk friends calling. I get a call again. I pick up the phone, and it's Michael. I'm like "Fuck this. I'm tired," and I ignore the call again. He calls one more time, and I finally answer because I could be an emergency or he needs a designated driver or something. He doesn't have a lot of friends, so I figure that could be it. Here's how the conversation went.
Me: Hey.
Mike: Hey what's up?
Me: I'm in bed. It's 1:30 in the morning. What do you need?
Mike: Do you want to come over and have a good time?
Me: *pauses thinking wtf* Now?
Mike: Yes. Of course. It'll be fun.
Me: Dude, it's 1:30 in the morning. I'm really tired.
Mike: You can sleep here when we're done.
Me: I was asleep. Call me some other time and maybe we'll have dinner or something. Plus, we haven't even hung out in forever.
Mike: I called you yesterday. And I've been too busy to hang out with anyone.
Me: Well, when you get some time, call me at a decent hour and we'll have dinner or something. I'm going back to sleep. Night.
Mike: Night.
All and all, I thought, super polite because I was pissed. I hadn't slept well in two nights, I haven't even seen Michael since "the incident" and really have no desire to see him at all. Plus, what does he think I am? I'm just going to get out of bed to go fool around. Please, you're hot...but not that hot. I even told him somewhere in the conversation that I wouldn't be very fun because I was so tired, and he doesn't believe me. Ugh. And I know the only reason he called was because he went to some golf tournament yesterday that included going to a strip club...yeah, I don't understand either. Oh well. Fuck men and their stupidity...except Snape. Who rocks. I feel my icon represents how I feel on this issue.
Update: So he actually did message me this morning and apologize. He told me he was super hammered...which is weird because honestly I remember thinking "He sounds really sober to be calling me at 1:30." Oh well.
Me: Hey.
Mike: Hey what's up?
Me: I'm in bed. It's 1:30 in the morning. What do you need?
Mike: Do you want to come over and have a good time?
Me: *pauses thinking wtf* Now?
Mike: Yes. Of course. It'll be fun.
Me: Dude, it's 1:30 in the morning. I'm really tired.
Mike: You can sleep here when we're done.
Me: I was asleep. Call me some other time and maybe we'll have dinner or something. Plus, we haven't even hung out in forever.
Mike: I called you yesterday. And I've been too busy to hang out with anyone.
Me: Well, when you get some time, call me at a decent hour and we'll have dinner or something. I'm going back to sleep. Night.
Mike: Night.
All and all, I thought, super polite because I was pissed. I hadn't slept well in two nights, I haven't even seen Michael since "the incident" and really have no desire to see him at all. Plus, what does he think I am? I'm just going to get out of bed to go fool around. Please, you're hot...but not that hot. I even told him somewhere in the conversation that I wouldn't be very fun because I was so tired, and he doesn't believe me. Ugh. And I know the only reason he called was because he went to some golf tournament yesterday that included going to a strip club...yeah, I don't understand either. Oh well. Fuck men and their stupidity...except Snape. Who rocks. I feel my icon represents how I feel on this issue.
Update: So he actually did message me this morning and apologize. He told me he was super hammered...which is weird because honestly I remember thinking "He sounds really sober to be calling me at 1:30." Oh well.