Semi-Charmed Kind of Life

Oh dear. That’s all I can say. These past few days have been crazy. Stressful. Too emotional – even for me.

Remember the guy from this entry that I went on a date with? We’ll call him Emo Guy for sake of clarity.

Well, we made plans to go on another date on Friday night. The night started well, he picked me up and we went to eat at an Italian restaurant. Afterwards, we went to one of the bars that one of my mom’s friends works at and frequents, as I was hoping to run into her there. She wasn’t there and we just spent the time talking (and drinking).

We spent the night barhopping, but neither of us got seriously drunk. Unknown to me, he drove me to his house, which was a surprise to me, as I thought we were going to another bar. I go with the flow, whatever.

We get inside and agree to watch a movie, but he got a new DVD player and he doesn’t quite know how to get it to work, so we settle for watching TV. A program I like to watch is on, so I turn it on and we watch it. He starts wanting to talk and kiss, neither of which I really feel like doing.

Long story short, he flips out on me and tells me I’m like “all of the other girls he’s ever dated” and tells me that I “hate him” and that all I want is attention. I try to tell him otherwise – that I do like him, I just want to take it slow, etc. That the reason I want to take it slow is because I like him. He won’t listen, though.

By this point, I’m upset. I want to go home. He tells me he won’t drive me because he’s “too drunk”, so I tell him I’ll find another way home. We argue some more, then he starts asking about his cigarettes, which I gave away at the last bar we were at (he’s been trying to quit). He gets pissed off because I gave them away and says he’s going to get more. I tell him he can drop me off at the gas station and I’ll find my way home from there. Meanwhile, I’m thinking that he’s too drunk to drive me home, but he is sober enough to go get cigarettes?

We get to the gas station and he gets his cigarettes. I was planning on getting out of the car and calling a cab or my mom or something, but he takes off without turning his car off. I don’t want his car to get stolen, so I stay inside and wait for him to return. When he does, I tell him I’ll be leaving in a minute, but he asks me why. I tell him I have to get home. He then gets out of the car and goes back to the gas station. I have no idea what he’s doing or why he’s doing it. At first, I thought he was trying to find someone to give me a ride home, and if that were the case, I was prepared to flip out on him. He comes back and I ask him what that was about and he tells me that he wanted to get some juice but decided against it. Then he tells me that I better hope the guy doesn’t call the cops on him, as he begins to drive off. I ask him why and he says that the guy knows he’s been drinking. I’m like whatever, because he really isn’t drunk. I ask him where he’s taking me and he says home.

Sweet relief, that was a horrible night. The last part, anyway. He texts me a whole bunch of times later that night, so much and so fast that I don’t even have time to reply. Holy shit. Eventually he stops once I bring The Ex in and tell him good night.

He texts me the next day apologizing and saying that he was an asshole. I’m like, whatever. I reply, but I don’t let him know either way how exactly I’m feeling. I go meet my dad at a bar and then head to Best Buy in hopes of fixing the credit card screw up (they misspelled my last name). Turns out, I had to call the bank and have them fix it, so I bought Heavens “Patent Pending” and take off for a little ride.

After that, I go with my mom and stepdad to a bar and have a few drinks. He calls me and wants to know if I want to hang out. I’m not feeling like it, but I figure – what the hell? I’ll take my own car this time. He meets me with his friend at the bar I’m at with my mom and stepdad and we hang out for a while. He plays pool with my mom and beats her every single game – even once with only one hand (seriously).

Eventually, we go to another bar in town. For a while, it seems like the night before was just a fluke, a bad night. I try not to give it much thought. But then he starts with his shit again – but not much. Enough to be noticed, though, and his friend tries to tell him to cool it. This guy just won’t listen, though. By the time we’re at the third bar, we’re up in arms again. I just take off and he calls me and we shout at each other, etc. It was ugly.

He called me and left some drunken message on my voice mail. He ended it by saying he “missed me”, but it really sounded creepy. He called me and texted me this morning and I didn’t respond to the text message and I didn’t answer the call (nor did he leave a message).

I really don’t want this drama in my life. I put up with a lot of shit from The Ex, but that’s was an entirely different situation. There was (is would be a better word, actually) a bond there, a deep one. He and I went through some shit together, so I was willing to deal with some of his BS. Emo Guy – no.

Went to Milwaukee with my friend today. It was fun. We checked out some malls, but I didn’t buy anything. There was some hoodies that tempted me, but they all looked too small, and my Atticus hoody is still good, so it would be almost pointless to waste the money. Also, I want to go get a tattoo tomorrow, and that’s going to cost some bucks. On top of that, I still have to finance the trip back to Georgia AND I have an ass load of bills to pay.