There's Polite, and Then There's You...

I've decided to rid myself of The Apologizer. Mostly because he is down right painful. No other way to describe it. I could go on and give my bitchy insight to the pathetic ramblings of one such door mat but rather, I'll just recount a text conversation I had this previous weekend...

Saturday night, in my drunk glory, I had sent out a text earlier in the night to The Apologizer (not for THAT... don't go there.. was of the friendly nature) but I didn't hear from him til the end as he had been out himself. So the texts flew back & forth. By this time, I had retired to my bed and not surprisingly, I passed out before I could receive his last text. Until I acknowledge a text, my phone will periodically beep/vibrate.

So that night as I slept, I dreamt that I was in San Fransisco with my friend Stacey and she was a real estate agent whose pager kept going off... (Yes, i thought it was funny, I am actually normally quite fascinated with dreams and what we percieve in that state) So when I awoke at 730 because that's probably when my hangover kicked in or the massive car accident outside jilted me (MASSIVE... car up on side walk & into the light pole), I responded to his text & informed him of such....

Around noon, I get
Him: I'm sorry about that. (????)

Me: What are you sorry about? becuase really.. what ARE you sorry about?

Him: Aren't I the last person to send you a text & it woke you up?

Me : yes, but WHO CARES!?? (wow... dude, were you slapped a lot as a child?)

Him: I was just being polite. (K, there's polite, and then there's you)

Me: And I was trying to be funny

Him: oh, sometimes that's lost on text. (no it's not! you either get it or you don't)


He has risen above 'too nice' to 'too painful'. Seriously, get a personality and call me back. Who apologizes for those things. Everything you do in life doesn't directly influence mine nor are you that important to me that it could anyways... Ok, I'm being a mega bitch now but it borders on pathetic and I hate pathetic. I probably shouldn't have gone to the movies with him Sunday night as my annoyance from earlier spilled over into the evening and pretty much anything he did annoyed me and well, I'm not exactly good at hiding that. No, in fact, bitch on wheels made an appearance. Believe it or not, I feel bad for being that way as he really is a nice guy just not one I want to spend time with.... Sorry.