Alright, I have a little downtime, so let's talk about Verizon.
He's sucks.
Still.
So I went to the other side of the state to see old friends and well, I really wanted to see Verizon. I mean he was so playful and charming as always through his phone calls and text messages, so how could I not want to see him?
He called the day before my trip to confirm that I was still going and that he was really looking forward to seeing me.
So I get to the other side of the state and the party begins. The Blonde picked me up from the airport after I ran into Old Roommate at the airport (so random) and we talked about plans for the evening.
The Blonde: "So, what do you think about taking out the limo tonight and going to [insert fancy restaurant] and after going for drinks at [insert fancy restaurant/bar]?"
Me: "I'm so in!"
Gotta love The Blonde and all the wealth she comes with. Thank goodness she's so down to earth and awesome.
So, we head back to her mansion and change for the night. I texted Verizon that we were heading to [insert fancy restaurant] and he should come join us for a drink. I did this at about 5:20pm. He texted back at 7:15ish (I was fuming at that time) saying that he couldn't make it (even though when I texted him when I got off the plane, he wanted to see me asap. Funny how things change).
So, fine whatever. I ate instead. And drink. A lot (I was on vacation after all). We then went to [insert fancy bar] and started to drink some more. Then The Blonde started to get hit on by a very nice cute guy. Go Blonde! However, his friends though they should try their lines out on me (Boo.) Here's what all makes me curious: if a guy seems ok then his friends turn out to be tools, does that reflect badly on him? I think it does. Not one, but two of them came over to try to flirt, but I bailed to the bathroom both times. I kept glancing at my phone to see if Verizon had text me, but nothing yet (he was bartending).
We left when the bar was closing after The Blonde got the nice guy's number and then got upset at her bartender crush from the restaurant we were at earlier (don't ask. Way too long of a story). So, on our way home, Verizon finally texted me saying he couldn't wait to see me.
So, he drove the 30 minutes to the Blonde's house to chat and take me back to his place. There, we got um... reacquainted, I guess you could say. It was like old times and I definitely enjoyed myself. There. Done. I am a "lady" afterall.
The next morning, I wake up early (as usual) and start to feel claustrophobic. Or bored. Something along those lines. So I wake him up because he was supposed to go into work at the department store, but he was over it. Apparently he wanted to spend more time with me. Uh-huh. He called into work to his boss and his excuse was, "Sorry, but I just don't have any energy today." Wow. Stupidest excuse ever. Hands down.
He wanted to go back to sleep, but I was up. And hungry. Verizon got his ass into the shower and then wanted to take me out to breakfast. Umm... I was definitely not down with that. I still had my going-out outfit on and I managed to swipe a cardigan before I left The Blonde's. I suggested just getting bagels and driving back to The Blonde's to look at the view. But Verizon was insisting on taking me out to breakfast. Fine then. I grabbed one of his shirts, tucked it into my jeans, threw on the cardigan, and we were off.
At breakfast, he couldn't keep his hands off of me. Seriously. He kept calling me beautiful and sexy and kept gazing at me. "Wow," I thought to myself, "he's really changed."
He took me back to The Blonde's and slyly asked to see if The Blonde could drive me to his place tonight. Ummm...so not going to fly. I told him that I was really looking forward to tonight and being with him again and he said that he couldn't wait. He drove off and I took a long, hot shower and took a nap.
That night, we were going to a white trash party and then I was supposed to meet up with Verizon later. Never happened (as usual). We texted each other around 8pm and that was it. I texted him around 12pm and called as well, but he never picked up. I still haven't heard from him since then.
You know what made me not cry that night? I made out with the Salesman (long story, but the gist of it is that we met each other up by me last year, kept in touch randomly since then, and finally met up with each other again when I was down by him). I swear, that's the only reason why I didn't cry. What's that saying? Oh yeah, the only way to get over one cowboy, is to get under another. Love it 'cause it's true. Now, I didn't do anything besides make out with the Salesman, but it sure felt better than being depressed about Verizon.
So, ladies and gentlemen, that's my story of Verizon. I hope that by writing this, I will have the strength to remember that he will never change and clearly doesn't really care about anyone besides himself. One of these days, I do hope that he will be a chapter in my life that I will finally be able to close. I know that it's my own fault to believe that he might have grown up a little, but I guess not.
Now, just to let you all know: I have papers and presentations due in the upcoming weeks. If anything ridiculous happens or there is a boy update (doubtful, unless one falls into my lap at the library), there's still going to be a lack of posting until May. I will try my hardest to get a few in though. Don't miss me too much...
