Let's take a look at the options I could have had and where they went.
Loverboy #1: After vehemently pursuing me for over two years, his passion for the situation dropped off dramatically upon my paying some attention to him in return, not to my surprise at all but much to my frustration. Of course, being ignored a little only fuels the fire and for the past 3-4 weeks I have tried to contact him by phone, text message, AIM, myspace, you name it (sad, I know), only to be replied to every once in awhile. A few weeks ago I asked said boy to be my Valentine which he seemed really flattered and stoked about. Since then, my efforts to see him have been met with excuses, and no mention of the big V Day have been mentioned. Finally, after him agreeing to actually hang out last night and driving all the way to Ventura, I was stood up.
Moral of the Story: Leave well enough alone!
Loverboy #2: After dating briefly back in the fall and then a comparitively long falling-out period thereafter, contact and hanging out with with loverboy #2 has resumed. Although the first go around he seemed to be really concerned with doing everything right (amazing dates, flowers, gifts, the whole nine yards), this second one he seems to be even more concerned with doing everything wrong (and yes, I've paid for everything since). On the subject of Valentine's, loverboy #2 already had very charitable plans which I didn't think anything of, until a few text messages received throughout today asking about my plans. Wrote back and haven't heard anything since earlier this evening. Also starting to doubt he is actually being raffled off at a date auction, and in reality is probably in his living room playing Wii Zelda with his (male) roommate. That, or he's on a date with his psycho ex that he can't seem to cut ties with.
Update: Just heard from him now, says I should have told him I didn't have plans so he could have taken me out. Sure.
Moral of the Story: Too little, too late.
Loverboy #3: Upon meeting loverboy #3 six months ago at a friend's going away party, I was instantly attracted to him. Although I would never divulge his ego any more than it already is, he is gorgeous. Unfortunately his first impression on me was really bad when I tried to make conversation with him at said party and was met with a surly attitude and some hothead remark. Let's face it, this guy thinks he is a bad boy... which honestly has never been my type. Though our relationship to each other in the past few months has been strictly on a need-to-know basis (don't ask), I have always filed him under extreme hottie. Well.... LB#3 just so happened to be at the party I went to last night (that I went to after getting back from Ventura) and ended up getting "so drunk" and would only agree to me walking him home. Holding my hand and chatting the whole way, he was hardly too drunk. Totally charming, much to his chagrin.... he thinks he's all big and bad but I see right through it. Finally getting to his house, we argued for awhile (in between kissing of course) because he didn't want me to walk back alone. I literally set him on his bed and ran out the front door and down the street so he would stop fighting about it, but he followed me (I can only compare this to a puppy, which we all know is one of my favorite things on this planet). He tried to act like he was mad at me for trying to leave him but the fact that he couldn't look at me without smiling and had to look away in order to keep his stern expression made him pretty transparent. Fast forward to driving back to my apt downtown with him, after him pouting his way all the way back to his house because he wanted to come with me. After lots of making out and snuggling/sleeping, I woke up and went to work and he was going to stay and hang out at my house and wait for me. But.... guess he got too bored and had someone pick him up, which was disappointing when I came home to an empty house thinking he would be here. :( Oh well..
Moral of the Story: Yeah... actually I don't have one. He's just damn sexy.
Loverboy #4: Is driving his now-gf (soon to be ex.... I think?) to her new home across the country. Obviously out of bounds.... for now.
Loverboy #5: We had one great date (I thought) a month ago and he's been busy/out of town ever since, but did have the time to send me a mass text yesterday inviting not just me, but also my 'girls' to his Valentine's Day singles mixer. Classy. I think I'd rather eat glass, but thank you for the invitation.
Well.. that's what brings us here, to almost 10pm on Valentine's Day (note: my first single one in three years) where I am sitting here alone in my room writing a BLOG of all things and thinking about what kind of junk food I want to go get myself and eat while watching Sex and the City.
Such is life.
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