from perfect to done

It’s been a while since I’ve written. I have so much going on in my head that I don’t know where to begin. Ok, I’ll start with a couple weeks ago when I had date number 2 with MH3. (Not sure if I already explained this one: Mr. Hottie Hot Hot= MH3) So, it was a couple days before the BAR, so I didn’t want to do anything too crazy, but I was still excited to see him. He came to my apartment, and we decided we’d just be lowkey. I was watching LockUp when he came over, cause I’m addicted to shows about prison life. I’m addicted to all things serial killers, crime in general, and prison life. So, he watched that with me for a little bit, and then we decided to go to my complex hot tub. We changed, went down there, and proceeded to sweat it out in there for about an hour. The hot tub here is so hot! I understand that that is the point, but come on. When it’s hot outside, it doesn’t need to be boiling in the water. We ended up getting in this dumb debate about modesty versus shyness. And I love dumb debates. He kept trying to get my blood to boil by saying “you’re not substantiating your arguments.” Oh man, I was getting so worked up in a good way. I just love a good debate. I can’t stand when people just get loud to make their points, and refuse to participate in debates or discussions like that. But, if you can make your point and understand where I’m coming from, and have good banter, then I’m down! Ok, so that was pretty much it for date 2. Oh, except that our first kiss was on my balcony while looking at the full moon. *Sigh* So romantic!

That next week was the BAR. He didn’t call me the night before, so I was bummed thinking he’d forgotten. But, I obviously had bigger things to worry about. The first day of the exam went by. It sucked. It Girl and I were on our way to dinner that first night when I received a text from MH3 saying he hoped the test went well that day. I told him that I was happy he remembered. He said that of course he remembered. I told him I was excited for Thursday when the test would be over and we could celebrate together, cause that was our plan to hang out next. He said he was excited too. Day 2 of the test sucked more than Day 1. But, that night there was lots of texting with MH3, so that made up for it. Day 3 of the test brought the suckiness down a level, cause I didn’t think it was a hard day. Or, at least, it wasn’t as hard as the first 2. And, I got to see MH3, so I had that as my reward. I got home, and showered and changed. He came over. He brought me orange roses, which was so sweet!! And, they’re my favorite! He said he got them because red and pink were too obvious, and orange was different. That’s mainly the reason why I love them!! I gave him his toy car, which he loved. Oh! So, it turns out that after our first date, on his way home, he got into a car accident and totaled his car! His beautiful 1967 Camaro. Totaled. He said he didn’t tell me, cause he didn’t want me to worry or think it was my fault. I’m just glad he’s ok! But, I went out and bought him a Hot Wheels 1967 Camaro, since I couldn’t afford to replace the actual car. I’m too damn thoughtful at times. Ok, let me tell you why I’m over being thoughtful.

So, Sunday, I went to the fair with my friends. I invited him to go. First he said yes. Then the morning of he said he couldn’t because there was a “semi-emergency with his family.” But, he wouldn’t say what it was. I was bummed, but understood. Though, in the back of my mind, I wondered if it was another chick. Then, he texts me a while later and says he’s on his way to meet me. Ok. Cool. Guess the emergency is solved. So, he meets up, and we go to the fair: a couple girlfriends, my brother and his girlfriend. We were meeting The Adorables there. I was excited he was ready to meet all my friends. He was in a weird mood though. But, I chalked it up to nerves. We get to the fair and hang around a bit, and then decide to get some food. He’s texting with his brother the whole time, cause he wanted to hook his brother up with one of my friends. Any of my friends, really. I thought that was cool, as that was another sign that he really dug me. So, we’re sitting at dinner and I look over and see him sending a text to his brother about my brother’s girlfriend that was just rude and disrespectful to me and my brother. It just used some vulgar terms to describe her. I was livid!! I said to him “that is so disrespectful!” and got up and walked away, cause I was about to start crying, and didn’t want to start anything in front of him. My friends follow me. He just took off. He was a coward, and couldn’t handle anything, and just took off. I talked to my buddy who set us up cause I was pissed, and he was trying to calm me down some. He said MH3 immediately felt bad and knew he messed up and to give him time. Well, I can only be mean for so long before I start to feel too bad, so I texted him that if he wanted to meet up, he could, cause I was worried he wouldn’t know how to walk back to the house where his car was. He responded “Don’t contact me again.” I’m sorry, what? Am I the one who messed up? Am I the one who said inappropriate things. I told my buddy that I don’t think MH3 realizes he messed up, or he wouldn’t have said that. He said that MH3 was embarrassed, and that was how he was dealing with it, by just suppressing it. I get home that night, and not only had he deleted me on facebook, but he blocked me! Like I did something wrong!! I’m sorry, but he’s such a drama queen!! You’d think I cheated on him and stabbed his brother and stole his car. Maybe I didn’t handle the situation as best as I could, but I don’t think I did anything wrong per se. But, what it comes down to, is that I broke up with him. I left him at the fair. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever dated, and I ditched him at the fair. It’s kind of funny. I’m sorry but you don’t disrespect me or my brother! And, you know, if he had talked to me, I would have apologized for my part in the drama, and allowed him to apologize, and we could have moved on. But, the coward wants to end up alone, then so be it! I’m going to Puerto Rico on Monday, and I don’t need him tying me down anyway. It’s going to be an amazing trip!! Let him think about how he messed up and wonder what I’m doing while I’m gone. It’s his loss, afterall!