I think I mentioned before that I have been pretty lucky so far when it comes to crazy exes. I have also been pretty lucky in not having very many crazy potentials as well. However, one's luck can only go so far until it runs out and you find that person that is bat shit crazy. Enter, Mr. Crazy Pants. I could probably save a lot of time in saying that yes, I met him online. Of course. Why would I meet him anywhere else? Now that that's out of the way we can get onto the story.
So Mr. Crazy Pants seemed nice enough. They always do in the beginning. I'm a firm believer that the good majority of people put up a front for a good span of time in the beginning. Especially the crazy ones. They have to try to show you they aren't off their fucking rocker so they can get you hook, line and sinker. Once they get you it's near impossible to get out. Once you do I am pretty sure you suffer from a small grade form of PTSD for a period of time. Hence, the issues, walls and guards people have. Everyone is trying to rule out the crazy ones. Now, don't get me wrong. Everyone is a little crazy. There is good crazy, bad crazy, sick crazy, and bat shit crazy. Then there is the scale on how attractive you are as to which crazy you can put up with. The hotter they are the more likely someone is able to put up with their shenanigans. There's a whole youtube video on this. Go look. I'll wait.
As I was saying, this guy seemed decent enough. Had a pretty decent job and had hit a couple rough patches but seemed to be working on things. I try not to criticize people too much on their situation in life because you always have to take into account where they started from. That, and if they are actually working to make themselves better. So he seemed like he was on the up and up and we got along pretty well. I enjoyed his conversation and genuinely looked forward to talking to him again. That doesn't happen too often anymore. It's hard to find someone that can keep my interest in a conversation and make me want to keep talking to them.
Things keep going fairly well and I am thinking that at some point we are going to talk about setting up a meeting or something. So I let him know when my days off are and when I am not on call so he knows when it would be easier to get together. After the first week he indicated he may want to try to get together that weekend. The weekend rolls around and I keep my plans clear in hopes that we are going to make plans and he decides that he wants to go to Soda Springs to see his mom for the weekend so he can't. Maybe sometime next week. Ok. Fine. Whatever. So we keep talking and things seem alright. He asks me one night if we can talk on the phone since we hadn't met in person yet just so he can hear what I sound like. Ok, I'll bite. After all, that is what a phone is for, right?
He calls and we talk on the phone a bit. I start getting the feeling he really isn't having a great time on this conversation. He sounds really distracted, he isn't being very talkative, and just not how it was when we would text. Huh. K. Weird. He decides he is going to let me go he just wanted to hear my voice and we could go back to texting. As we go back to texting I tell him, "It doesn't really seem like you were all that interested in our conversation. I hope I wasn't boring you." No response for about five minutes. Then, the crazy train pulls up. Oh, and this is one time that I wish I had screenshots of my conversation with this guy because it was pretty epic, and I am pretty sure I will miss something but here goes.....(Keep in mind I am going from memory and so this might not be word for word here)
Him - "Really? That's kind of rude to say to someone."
Me - "Uhh...Why? I think what I was implying was that I was boring?"
Him - "I can't believe I have been wasting my time. Why would I call you if I wasn't interested? Talk to you on the phone?"
Me - "I was just asking a question. You seemed really distracted and not really interested in what we were talking about. I wasn't trying to be rude."
Him - "Whatever. This is a joke. I don't need this."
Me - "Uhh K?"
I don't get a response for a few minutes.....
Him - "You know, now I see why you are single." (Well that escalated quickly. Oh, is that it? I was wondering....)
Me - "Ouch. Really? Ok. We are done. I don't need this from someone I have never met before over asking a simple question."
Him - "You say you know what you want and that you are tired of games and here you are playing them. This is a joke. You are a joke. You are going to be single forever." (Says the guy acting like he is two)
Me -
Him "What? Nothing to say? Come on. You are just going to let things go like this? I thought we had a connection. I thought that this was something real. Say something. Anything."
Me -
Him - "I know you have something to say. This is ridiculous. I have been trying to meet you and you still haven't even met me yet. What kind of game are you playing? Say something at least."
Me -
Him - "I can see you typing (he has an iphone as well). I deserve an answer why you are going to write things off like that. I deserve an answer.I have invested 100% into this. You said you were all in and now I can see that's a bunch of shit."
Me - "First of all, we have been talking for a week and a half. (Yeah, you read that right. Holy hell.) We haven't even met yet and for you to belittle me that easily over asking a simple question makes me uninterested in meeting you what so ever. I don't have an interest in someone that will treat me like shit especially, when we haven't even met. So yeah, I am done."
At this point he calls me because I didn't have the balls to call him on the phone and tell him all this. I was taking the easy way out and doing it over text and being disrespectful. His conversation is a mix of the one above and then goes into the "I'm sorry. Please. Don't be done." and then he cries. Or attempts to. Or something. I am not even sure. For real, dude? I tell him that this is me on the phone telling him that I am done and I don't want to talk anymore. I repeat, lose my number. "Ok. I'm sorry. Goodbye"
But is he done? Psh.
Him - "I am sorry. I was just upset. You said that I was boring and I took it personally. I just really like you and want to meet you so bad. We click so well and we haven't even met. I am just really all in on this. I will meet you right now. I will drive where ever you want and meet you just to show you I am serious."
Me - "No. I said I was done and I am done. I never said you were boring. I didn't even imply it. It was nothing directed to you at all, and if asking one simple question is going to piss you off this early then I don't want to see what it is like down the road. So no, we aren't going to meet."
Him - "No. Please. I am sorry. I told you I was sorry. I was just upset. Don't do this. I will come meet you, please. You know I love you like a person. I even got you a birthday present. Let me give it to you" (Uh. Birthday present? For fucks sake. I. What? No. We haven't even met yet!!)
Me - "No. Please lose my number. I am done."
Him - "I knew you were full of shit. I try to tell you that I would meet you right now and you don't want to. You were never all in you were never 100% into me. You were just full of shit. Just stay single."
Me - (Man, this guy is full of compliments) "Wow. Just wow. Please, like I said. Lose my number. I no longer have any interest in meeting you any longer. While I appreciate the thought of the birthday present it is a little much for me. Please just leave me alone." (If there are more men like you then yes, I will gladly stay single.)
After about another half hour of him texting me similar responses, he finally stopped and said he would lose my number. I was so worried over the next few days that I would hear from him again and it made my stomach turn. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not one for the drama. Please, leave me out of it. I do not handle it well. I am not one for confrontation, drama or anything of the sorts. My anxiety goes through the roof and frankly, I am just too nice for any of it. Unless, you piss me off. Which this guy did. Call me out if I have done something, but don't deflect your shit on me and treat me badly and belittle me. I'm worth more than that.
I really wish I had those screenshots because the actual conversation was pure blog gold. Like 24K. Oh well. Maybe next time.
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