Too Little, Too Late

Last night, I was settling into bed and my phone rings. It's Guy Who I Went Out With Twice Last Week.

11:00 p.m.

"Hello?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to crash for the night...you?"

"I'm at [stupid bar in the middle of nowhere]. I want you to come hang out with me."

"I can't. I've got to get up early tomorrow (lie)."

"So do I. I have to be up at 5am. Tonight is my last night in town."

"I thought you were leaving later than tomorrow?"

"No, they pushed it up."

"Oh, well that sucks."

"So, come be with me."

"I wish you had called sooner, but I really can't.

"Ok, fine."

"Will you keep in touch though?"

"Yep."

"Promise?"

"Mmhmm."

"Ok, have a good one. Call me soon."

"Yep, bye." CLICK.



Oh, hell to the no! You did not just give me attitude and hang up for not jumping out of bed to come hang out with you. Well sweetie, as cute as you are, keep in mind that we went out just twice. You are leaving and I have a feeling your phone call was more a hopeful, "last hoorah" booty call than genuinely wanting to spend time with me. I don't want to be anyone's last hoorah. Also, after spending time with you last week, I went to leave you a comment on your MySpace page telling you that I had a good time and it was too bad you were leaving soon. To my dismay, your pictures were plastered with comments from a girl who "couldn't wait to get her hands on you this weekend" and "was excited to come meet your roommates." Can you say turnoff?

Score for the last month:

Me - 0
Bullshitting guys - 2