So, a bit of history...I started dating a guy in March of this year and was really excited about the possibilities. He seemed different than guys I had dated in the past. He was sweet, funny, generous and seemed to really like me. This guy was and still is a really good guy.
Well...things can change in an instant for no apparent reason. After about 4 months of dating things shifted, he stopped being interested in me. He and I broke up. I was given the reason "I don't think I can make you happy." I've heard this before from the last 4 guys I dated. About 3 months after we broke up, we starting hanging out again, and talking more and more. I thought we were headed down the road to reconciliation...
Last week, he invited me to a nice dinner for this past Friday night. We had never gone out on a date like this, so naturally, I was very excited. I, being a dumb girl, thought he would profess his love for me and we would live happily ever after.
Well, instead of that...he showed up drunk and drove me to the restaurant (I didn't know just how much he had to drink, or I wouldn't have gotten in the car). We had some decent conversation until he brought up the fact that he thinks all women are cheaters and none of them can be trusted...and even though he thinks I'm a "good" girl, in 5 years I would probably end up just cheating on him because all women do.
After some debating on this fact, he brings up his ex-girlfriend and proceeds to start crying at the dinner table about the fact this girl was recently married. As if I didn't feel worthless enough at this point...
So, we finish up dinner and even though I told him I didn't want to stay out late that night because I had a flight in the morning, he wanted to go meet up with some of his friends...and even though I told him I was very angry, he continued on to pick up his friend, instead of stopping to take my feelings into consideration.
Needless to say, when we got to the restaurant to meet his friends, I was in no mood to socialize...especially not with a group of people who could only talk about inside jokes that I wasn't a part of. I felt so uncomfortable, so I excused myself to the restroom and had a mini melt down. I decided I couldn't stay in the situation so called a friend to come get me.
When I returned to the table, my date sent me a text message from across the table (because heaven forbid he speak to me directly) and asked me if I wanted to go home. Well, a little too late. I sent him a message back letting him know I had a friend coming to get me. This did not please him, but at this point I no longer cared about how he felt, as he obviously cared nothing about my feelings that night.
I got home, and at about the exact moment I started to feel relief that I was no longer in that situation, I realized...he had left his computer in my apartment...and I was leaving for vacation the next day. I had to see him again that night.
So, I asked him to come get it. He came over and I walked his computer down to him...and then stood there in the freezing cold while we fought a bit more. After coming to no conclusions, and knowing that he just wanted to get back to drinking with his friends, I went back upstairs. We then sent text messages back and forth for about 30 minutes...while he sat in my garage, being too much of an idiot to come up to my apartment and have a normal conversation. He finally ended up leaving to go back to his friends, leaving me heartbroken and with no answers.
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