Well, I had a pretty wasted Saturday. I did not one thing productive. In the morning, I talked to my friend who invited me to the Los Angeles b-day party and asked her for details. She knew surprisingly little, and then said she’d call me back. I assumed she was gonna get info and then get back to me. She didn’t call me back until 6 hours later, and by then I had already told my mom that I could not attend my godbro’s bbq (send-off party as he’s leaving for UC Berkeley tomorrow), and then I get the call from my friend, and part-way into the conversation, I said, “Wait. If you’re breaking up w/your boyfriend, is the party for his friend tonite still on?” She said, “Well, it is, they’re still having a party, but we’re not going.” Well, thanks for letting me know.

As for meeting up with Brad and Val after they come back from Disneyland? I knew we were going to eat, so I didn’t eat dinner, just snacked on juice and pumpkin seeds and at 10, decided I had enough time to take a nap (Brad’s ETA was about midnite). True to his word, Brad called my cell phone at a little past 11pm to tell me where they’re going to be at 12a, but I was still asleep and didn’t get the voice mail until 1:45a. ARGH! Stupid PMS making me all lethargic. I didn’t even work out, even tho I’d changed to workout clothes and am even now wearing them.

I got into a spat over the phone with someone, because after I answered his inquiry about the godbro concept (how my godbro came to be my godbro), he laughed and said, “That is soooo lame.” I said, “Are you calling my parents lame? You don’t even know me well enough to make that kind of judgment call about my parents,” and it just snowballed from there. After I called Mike and asked for his perspective (he felt that the comment, altho insensitive, was likely not aimed at my parents) and vented, I felt better, and then I logged into email and saw a cutsie little email the same guy had written me Friday afternoon, and then I felt bad again. Well, if I never hear from him again, I can deal with that.

While I was online, someone I had dated for 6 weeks before I started dating my cheating ex IMed me. I was being pretty aloof to his small talk, as I had already told him that I wasn’t interested in pursuing something again the last time he asked me (a couple weeks ago), but then he asked me if I’m “ever going to hang out” with him again. I answered clearly and bluntly, “Probably not.” He seemed miffed, so I explained that the last time I just needed a friend when I found out my ex cheated on me, I thought he understood that and despite his agreeing when I explicitly asked him not to do anything, he was an octopus.

I’m gonna go into detail about this jaw-droppingly delusional conversation, so if you don’t want to read this, don’t click on the “more.”

Him: that’s fine, have a good one. sorry, I’m attracted to you. I guess that’s a fucking crime
Me: if you don’t really want an answer, don’t ask.
Him: no I do
Me: if you’re gonna ask, I assume you’re prepared for either answer.
Him: I just think think you would be such a bitch about me liking you. ooh well. guess I won’t be talking to you anymore
Me: what, so if yo’re too aggressive for the girl, then she’s a bitch. that’s real mature.
Him: why waste my time with someone that doesn’t wanna see me
Me: who’s making you waste time? I’m not taking up or demanding one moment of your time.
Him: lol funny. but when you found out he cheated on you, you called me and then when I tell you I still like you, you fucking treat me like this
Me: I didn’t call you to tell you to come over and hit on me.

And the jaw-dropper, we actually had an argument about what happened that night, and there’s a reason my ex said I have the memory of two elephants, and this guy is DELUSIONAL! He actually remembered it as I went begging for him to come over to my house to console me!

Me: but I already know this about you, that you have a funny way of spinnnig events in retrospect.
Him: I stopped when you said to
Me: I would not and did not say “let’s meet” because I looked like crap.
Him: you did too
Me: I don’t invite people over when I feel miserable and loko miserable and was crying.
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Me: right, i invited you over just like how I was pining away for you so much that i wa sthrowing myself at you and you had to go LIE to me so you don’t break my poor little heart, right?
Me: cuz I was the one who pushed wedding plans, cuz I was the one who wanted an official relationship, rigth?
Him: actually
Him: YEAH
Me: whatever happens in your head, that’s fine. don’t superimpose your imagination on my actions. it didn’t happen.

OMG. My friends and my diary can vouch for the fact that he used to hide my car keys to keep me from leaving, he used to cry when I didn’t stay over, he said, and I quote, “Well, right now I guess I’m okay with us like this but I can see myself being offended pretty soon. It’s like, I’m good enough for you to do stuff with but not good enough to be your boyfriend?” The third date, he gave me “the talk” about where this was headed and I said I didn’t know and he said he wanted to be married by the next summer, and he already knew where, what flowers, what food, what music, etc. I said sarcastically, “Gee, do you know what dress I’m gonna wear, too?” He said, “Actually, yeah I do.” I had more red flags with this one than I did with the ex! That’s why things only lasted 6 weeks, the last 2 of which he was in Cancun w/his brother so I didn’t even see him. And then, MORE delusions.

Him: you wanted me to meet your parents
Me: I NEVER DID.
Him: and you told me that
Me: I simply TOLD my parents about you.
Him: yes you did
Me: YOUR parents were coming to town and I wanted to split.

I could not believe this. There was no WAY I’d ever wanted him to meet my parents. I told my mom about him, not even my dad, and she was already wigging out. He was never my boyfriend, I wasn’t serious about him, why would I bring him all the freaking way home? Just to give my parents a heart attack?

Me: you know, there is so no point to arguing with a delusinoal person. drop this.
Him: go on and live your life
Me: have a nice life. enjoy your delusions. you’re not as hot as you want to pretend you are.

And I ignored him at this point, but apparently he kept spewing, which I didn’t even read until hours later.

Him: and you are the sissy that wants to quit everything
Him: like life
Him: you front like you are this bad ass hard core girl
Him: but you are weak
Him: and thats fine
Him: you should just stop being a bitch and pushing everyone away!!!

THIS coming from the guy who has scars on his wrists from his attempted suicide? And I front like I’m bad ass? I’m cold, because I don’t like him! This guy is so incredibly delusional. “I’m gonna go hit on a girl I used to date while she’s crying after having found out someone she was in love with had been cheating on her, even tho I told her I’m just gonna be a friend. Oh, she’s strong enough to push me away? What a bitch! She’s so WEAK!”
I was wrong. Something DAMN productive did happen Saturday. I got that loser to leave me alone, hopefully forever.