Why Bother?

Yesterday I e-mailed MJCF, asking if he wanted to catch a movie. He had to help his dad.

Tonight, after work, I went drinking with friends. At 6 p.m. — on my second margarita — I was goaded into calling him, as the bar was near his house. He actually answered his phone when I called, shocking me, but he sounded irritated. About an hour later he called me back to tell me he couldn’t make it. He probably couldn’t have gotten off the phone any quicker if he tried.

I’m still confused. Calling me to tell me he wasn’t coming was a major departure from the days of yore — he never would and that used to irritate me. But that doesn’t overshadow that fact that he turned me down twice.

What the hell, you know? He came back, knowing I wouldn’t sleep with him, yet he won’t go “out.” What does he want from me? Tonight probably isn’t the best time to find out, considering I’ve had three margaritas. But my patience is wearing thin. And I want to know why he came back. Thank God I’m leaving town again on Tuesday. I’m sure a few days in New York City will distract me from this insanity. If nothing has changed by the time I return, it will time for a little chit-chat with MJCF. There’s no point in being scared or playing games. If you like me, tell me. End of story.