Stuff Dudes Say

So as you read in the previous story, the date seemed great, right? Well here we are, a few months later. I still have all phone numbers saved in my phone, just in case they get the crazy idea to text me down the road, and I don't have to be stupid and ask "Who is this!?"

I was having a bad week to start. I had just recently been rejected by a guy I had been casually dating (no sex) for a few months. Out of the blue, I wake up to a message from the Nurse asking me how I'd been. Apparently he'd had a dream about me the night prior and decided to check in and see how I was doing.

I asked him his reason of why he just fell off the radar for so long. His response was that he had ex troubles and didn't want to put me in the middle. I asked him if he had intentions of disappearing anytime soon, to which his response was, "Nope, not unless I get a new job, but that's not until november!" 

He then asks me if I have plans that evening, to which in my current state, I stupidly agreed. This folks is why you don't rebound. He came and picked me up like last time, same nice truck. We went to dinner, where he of course paid like last time. He wanted to continue drinking, so I suggested we go to a local bar. We had a few shots and some beer so I was starting to feel much more intoxicated. The night didn't end here, we continued on to another bar, that was hosting "College Night" cheap beer, drinks and more. 

After some more drinks at the last bar, we return back to my apartment, where I invite him inside. We continued drinking, taking more shots of a strong rum until nearly 2:30am. Obviously he's not driving home, nor was I going to allow that. He asks to sleep on the couch, and I invited him in my bed. 

I did not take my own advice. -_- We hooked up that night, he left the next morning feeling great, while I suffered a 3 day hangover. A few days later, he gets a hold of me and asks if I want to hang out that night. I agree, surprised that he actually hadn't disappeared this time! But alas... my hopes were crushed when he cancels the plans to go to a bar for his brother instead. 

Through the night however, he continues texting me, asking me my plans for the evening. He finally says that he'll drop all the guys off at home and come over. I'm a night owl so someone coming over at 1am isn't really abnormal for me.

I finally fall asleep waiting, having left my front door unlocked. 4am comes around and I hear a loud noise of something falling in my front room. I realize he's just let himself inside making loud noises, drunk as a skunk. 

Two words. Booty Call.

He finally leaves in the morning when I'm getting ready for work, with a promise that I'd see him later that night so we could actually have a normal date.

I'll have you know, he's never texted me since, and we haven't spoken since he left promising me we'd go out.