hugzombie

So, this guy from New Years called me. Me and my best friend Quirky went out to a bar for New Years. I was mainly out for a good time, have a few drinks and ring in 2008. While we were there, I met this guy Rich. He bought me a few drinks, we danced, and kissed at midnight. That's all fine and dandy, except I had no intention of ever seeing him again. He lives in Los Angeles, which made my plan seemingly perfect. Anyways, so I get this call from 310 number around 8. Guess who? Rich. Apparently he got my number, which I don't recall giving to him, but that's okay. He was like we should hang out again, we had so much fun that night and I'm back in town.

Oy. Seriously, what was he expecting? That because we danced at New Years that we would hook up again? I mean, come on be realistic. If you had actually been there, you could tell by the things I was saying that I was planning on never seeing him again. He kept mentioning things in the future and I kept talking about the very present. I never suggested that there would be more. He's really not my type and he's old enough to be my father. I'm 21, he's 42. It was just fun that night and I was bored. He's 42, he should be able to understand this. Am I just being a bitch, because I felt like I was pretty decent and did not lift anyone's hopes up.

Oh well. He's gonna call tomorrow for no reason other than the fact that I told him I was busy and couldn't talk. Time for our middle-aged friend to face the music.