Like I Said

Well my last blog was so long I didn't even have room to fit in all the important facts that I intended to include. So here we go:

Last Thursday I went to Shady Grove with some of the other girls from kickball. On Thursday nights in the summer they play live music and everyone just sits around and hangs out. We had a spot in the grass and listened to music and talked. No one was doing anything afterwards so we all went home after it was over at about 10pm.

At 11:30 that evening I get a text message from the Virginian I was formerly interested in. It said, "flip cup?" Since the last time I saw them was floating the river, I really did want to go. But him inviting me was not how I wanted to end up over there. I thought maybe there was a chance some of the other kickballers were there so I texted back, "Now?" Maybe he'd give more details?

All I got back was, "Yea its a party. Y'all should flip some cups!" It seemed innocent enough, he did imply that I should bring others. But the problem was that the rest of the normal world has jobs on Friday mornings and was already asleep. So I thought to myself, do I really want to go over there all by myself? Is it really worth that? Eleven thirty is just too late to go over to someone's place. If they really want to hang out, they can invite me at a decent time. It seemed a bit shady that HE was the one inviting me and so late. So I just sent him back a text saying, "Its just too late. No ones available to go with me at this time. Maybe next time!"

I tried to make it as obvious as possible that I was still interested in hanging out with them, but I am not interested in being with him and especially not alone.

Anyways, the next day I sent out an email to the team about going to Hamilton Pool on Saturday (we had talked about it at Shady Grove). The first response I got was from you-know-who saying that he was going to a rugby tournament and joking around about how he was in the mood for cursing and sweaty guys rather than waterfalls and girls in bikinis. I didn't even respond to his sucking up comment.

So immediately I am thinking it sounds like he is trying to get with me again. I actually called Emily and she concurred that it did seem that way. What a bastard! No way is that going to happen! I have more self respect than that. As if I am going to let him try to get with another girl and when that doesn't work let him come back to me. You've got to be kidding.

BTW- the girl that he tried to get with was DEFINITELY into this other guy at Shady Grove. It was her ex from college that was just in town visiting. So it can be called officially that she is not into my former interest man.

Now fast forward to Friday night, where we end up going out with the Virginians on Sixth Street. Before the nightmare that ensued (read my previous blog) he tried talking with me a couple of times, once inviting me to go to the rugby tournament with him the next day. But mostly I just tried to not keep too long of a conversation with him and steer clear of him (you know, by doing other things like bear fights and credit card roulette games....haha).

Then you jump forward to the kidnapping situation we had going on later. He and the rest of the Virginians had no idea we didn't go home after the bar until we showed up at their apartment looking for advice on what to do. After we went back to the other apartment, I got a text from you-know-who saying, "What are you doing to revive her?"

I knew this was his way of trying to get over there. I really didn't mind if he came over to there, but I knew it would probably be his time to really try to win me over again. And I also knew I wasn't going to have it. So I tried to send a text that was as far from leading him on as possible. It said, "We are just sitting here talking and watching her. You could join." Notice I didn't say should.

So all of about 1 minute goes by and guess who's over there? Yep, former interest. And guess who sits right next to me, keeps talking to me and is even touching me (appropriately, but flirt-like). Yep, former interest. Imagine that.

He was trying hard too. And I was trying just as hard to be nice but be clear that I am not interested in him. At one point he put his hand on my knee and I slowly moved my knee away from his hand. I tried to make my body language as clear as possible that I was not into him.

But the best parts were the ones that Emily had to contribute. See, this is why I love being a girl. You know your friends will always work as the private investigator in your favor. When the cab arrived for Laura, former interest and I were the ones that walked her out. While we were gone, Colin asked Emily what was going on between former interest and me. She said straight up to him, don't act like you guys don't talk, you know what went on. And he fessed up that he did know. He asked her if she thought we had a chance of getting back together. She said she didn't think so. And Colin's response was, "yeah, I think he now realizes what a big mistake he made with her."

Ahhhh....the personal satisfaction of knowing I was right about it all along. It truly is a good feeling!

But that is not where it ends. After Laura was gone we decided it was probably time to go to sleep. I made it a point to remind Colin that Emily and I still got his bed even though Laura left. I also made it a point to get off the couch and go ahead and get in that bed and never even look former interest's way while doing so.

Emily said she then went to get herself a glass of water. While she was in the kitchen, they must not have thought she could hear them. Because she overheard former interest say to Colin that he was going home. Colin then told him to just go in there and try to talk to me. Former interest said he didn't think I was interested in him anymore. Colin tried to convince him to just try anyways, but former interest wouldn't and just went home.

I have to say though, I think this all worked out for the best. Because like I said, I really wasn't ever head-over-heels for this guy. I was TRYING to like him, but wasn't sure if I would. Which usually means that I wouldn't ever really like him. So things would've kept on and been worse when it did end.

Plus, I did get to see his true personality towards dating girls. I am NOT impressed! I think I will pass on that.

But man, it sure is nice to know that I hit the nail right on the head from the beginning. From his motives to the outcomes that it would lead to. Too bad for him, he really made a mistake on that one!