One of my exes lives in Texas

Yes, I know. It has been a while. Again. In all honesty, I have been dreading this post. This guy I tend to not talk about very often because it was just ridiculous all around. Not only that, but I got a lot of shit for this guy too. I did deserve it though. I am not sure what in the hell I was thinking. I have come to find that I should just stay away from the internet when it comes to dating. I am not looking now, but if I was to have to start over again I think I may have to find some other way to meet men. It was on the same random site that I talked about a couple posts ago or something. Remember Myspace? We talked a lot on there too. Anyway, this is the story of Texas. Or if you prefer the words of my previous coworkers, the Myspace Mangler.

If it wasn't obvious by his name he is from Texas. I think by this time I was just getting lonely and tired of the shit I was being handed. I just wanted to find someone that would make me happy and I pretty much reached out where ever I could. I don't know what it was that attracted me to Texas. I guess he was some what attractive, but he wasn't completely like the pictures that I saw of him when I actually did meet him. Maybe it was the accent. I have a thing for accents and his voice did sound fantastic. We talked for a couple of months and then finally he said that he wanted to come out here to see me. I'm not even sure if my sister knows about this guy. I am not sure if she still reads my blog or not, but I didn't really tell her much about this guy I don't think. I didn't really want to hear about my poor decision making with this one from her.

I don't know why the fact that I am about to mention makes it even more ridiculous to me, but it does. He came all the way from Texas to Idaho on a bus. It took sooo much longer for him to get here than if he would have flown, but he said he had a fear of flying or something. I had plenty of chances to make him turn around because he asked multiple times if I was sure I wanted him to come out. When he got to Salt Lake that is when I really should have just told him never mind. He had a few hours to wait when he got to Salt Lake for his last bus to get there. So, he decided to wander around Salt Lake. He decided to walk around a park or something that was near by and happened to come across some people that were doing a "deal" of sorts. I can't remember the details of all of this exactly but the guy said something to Texas. Then, Texas mouthed off to him and basically got into a fight with him right there in the park. The guy was a pimp or something, if I remember right. There was a girl there with him and that is the detail that I remember the most because I think he had offered the girl to Texas. I dunno. Does it really matter? It was ridiculous either way. He got into a fist fight while waiting for a bus in Salt Lake City. Seriously.

Well someone close by I guess heard the commotion and the cops were either near by as well or on their way. Texas took off running and headed back toward the bus station and lost whoever it was that was chasing after him. He called me right after all of it happened and he barely made it back in time to get on the bus. I was pissed. I told him to stay at the bus station. Trouble found Texas easily and I just knew that something would happen if he left the station. Well, with a black eye he got on the bus and headed here. I felt like I wanted to puke as I pulled into the Walgreen's parking lot where the bus drop off was. Probably not a good sign, huh? So I pick him up and we head back to my house. Oh, I forgot to mention that. He was staying with me. At my house. I'm an idiot, I know. The more I think about it the more I wish I could slap myself at that time and knock some sense into me or something.

At the time that this was going on it was Halloween. Yeah, another Halloween disaster. Things were actually going pretty ok at first. We were getting along and he was nice. It was awkward too. I felt like a host or something because it felt like I had to keep him entertained or something all the time. I couldn't relax because I was self conscious. Then, I couldn't relax because things just started going downhill. We were invited to a friend's Halloween party and I figured that it would be good to just go and hang out with some of my friends and see how they interact. Oh lordy. Apparently, this guy is like a bottomless pit. We had brought over a 24 pack and he had drank half of it and was barely buzzed. Granted, he was kind of a big guy but it didn't seem to really phase him. Then as he started getting buzzed and a little more tipsy the crazy Texan started coming out in him. He was getting rowdy and obnoxious. Every time I asked him to calm down and not drink anymore he would end up getting another beer from somewhere. I put our pack in the car so he wasn't getting them from me. I think that the people at the party were getting a kick out of him so they just kept handing him beers to see what he would do next. I know there was more ridiculous things that happened, but I can't remember. I guess that having a shitty memory is probably not very good for when you are writing a blog about past experiences, eh?

After the Halloween party fiasco the rest of that week was the longest of my life. He didn't exactly have a departure date set. We were just going to see how things went and go from there. He was also waiting on some money that was being wired to him because he didn't want to travel with a lot of cash. So I took it upon myself to go to the bus station and buy a ticket for him to go back home. I told him that he needed to go and that I shouldn't have let him come. The day that he was leaving we pretty much fought the whole day. He was mad because he came all the way here and then I kicked him out so quickly. He gave me a huge guilt trip. I guess I can't blame him. I probably would be pissed if it was the other way around. We talked all the time on the phone and we got along, but it was just too much when it came to the home front. Like I said, I was lonely and I just wanted to find something. I thought he was what I wanted and that I could change the things about him that I didn't like. Yeah, I said it. I wanted to change him. Well maybe not change him, but be that girl that he wanted to change for or something. He was in trouble a bit when he was a kid and just always used to getting treated like he would never amount to anything. He really had a good heart, but he just had a knack for finding trouble. 

My poor mother had to put up with all of this too. She also was around when I was working and he was at the house. He did take my dog for quite a few walks though. He spent a lot of the day wandering around town and checking things out. Anyway, my mom knew that I would change my mind but she wanted me to figure it out myself I guess. At any rate, this was a complete disaster. It took me a while to live it down at my old job too. I got so much shit about Texas it wasn't even funny. Luckily, I take shit pretty easily and handled it like a lady. I'm classy like that. I try to push Texas to the back of my mind and not think about him. It's something that I would rather forget.

 Not that I need something else to tell you to show what kind of bullet I dodged with him, but I got a reminder a little later on. He got a hold of me a while down the road and he was still living in Texas. He was currently on the run because he had a warrant out for his arrest because of a bar fight that he got into. I asked him why he was running and he said because he didn't want to go to jail. I replied, "I guess you shouldn't get into fights then." That turned the conversation real quick. He asked, "So you think I should go to jail?" Uh, yeah. If you did the crime then you do the time. If you don't want to then keep your ass out of trouble. I offended him I guess and he said that he wouldn't bother me anymore and to take care. Dodged a bullet I tell ya. I should consider myself lucky because I know how much those Texans like their guns.