Mr. C-ya

Hello all,

It has been a while since I have written, I know. Don’t hate me. I have been choreographing for my high school’s show choir, and I thought if I had enough time to be writing on the blog; I should be choreographing.

In one of my old blogs (A B C Spells I Am Hot) I talked about Mr. C, a guy from Chicago. Since then we talked more and more and more to the point where if we are not talking on the phone we are in the middle of a texting conversation, which I find tedious and annoying. He has been very kind to me, giving me attention, and always saying that he was planning on coming to see me because I am the cutest guy.

He has had a few dates while we’ve been talking and I’ve not worried about us being something or nothing. I really can’t handle a relationship right now especially with someone who’s not going to sweep into my life and make the relationship happen; in short, I don’t want to work for a relationship right now. Yeah, I said it. I DON’T WANT TO WORK FOR A RELATIONSHIP.

Anyways, we were chatting yesterday and he said that he was wished he had a boyfriend, insinuating that that should be me. I said “Well, it’s not like you’re being held captive in your house. Go out and find one.” If he wants to make “us” happen, make it happen. Right? Right. Well, later on he mentioned that he was having a guy spend the weekend, who lives hours away, who he liked, but didn’t know if he should date because they’ve never pursued a relationship and he’s HIV+. (!!!!!)

Jigga whaaa?!?!? Read that last paragraph again and find how many crazy/questionable things pop out at you. I count about 127. I got a little pissy for 2 reasons:

1. Isn’t he interested in me? Calling me all day, every day? Sending me explicit pictures? Always talking about coming to see me? Now a guy who lives hours away and is HIV+ is a better catch than flexible me?

2. He texted me this during American Idol and then told me he didn’t like Adam Lambert. Blasphemy!

Later on in the evening his power went out and he texted me that he wished he had someone to cuddle with (Yuck, I know). I told him that he better call his “weekend friend” because as best I could recall cuddling is a non-fluid-transferable safe activity that he could enjoy with his new friend. Somewhere in his brain this comment was flagged as sarcastic and aggressive. He asked me what I wanted him to do or say. I said I’m not telling you how to act and if you wanted to us to be anything than we would and we’re not so you don’t.

He didn’t think that I wanted him to try to make a relationship happen (Are you tired of this yet?) and he wanted to respect my boundaries and chaotic life. There was more to it than that, but was way too pedantic to commit to memory. Abruptly, he said he was sorry for the confusion, he was going to bed, and goodnight.

There is nothing more infuriating than being nicely dumped by someone you weren’t even dating to begin with. Ug. I wasn’t even that interested in him, it was just nice to have someone to talk to- I love attention. I mean seriously, he wasn’t too cute, bought suits from Men’s Warehouse, and is in talks to buy a butcher shop from his grandpa. Yes that makes my stomach flip, but in the wrong way.