And yes, by the same girl.
Background: A woman I work with, a server at my bar, is a rather cute blonde. A couple months ago, as I was passing through work (not working that day), somehow I mentioned that I had to go for a tux fitting for my friends' wedding. Out of the blue she asked, "Do you need a date for that?” Not one to pass up a free gift from above, I said sure. I checked with my friends, of course, and they were fine with me bringing a date they didn't know to their wedding. Because they're cool as shit, and want me to be happy.
Realizing that this woman is expressing interest in me and blatantly flirting with me (I can often be oblivious to such things), I decide to try to get a date or two in before the wedding. But all of my attempts fail, usually because she's working. Whatever, I'm cool.
Day of the wedding: I'm getting ready, her texts and calls to me are of the emotional breakdown variety. Even though she's not getting married. Which is fucking weird. Contrary to my past self, which would have gotten frustrated and lashed out at her, since this whole thing was her idea, I very calmly try to talk her down, telling her to breath, and that she'll be fine. I was Doctor Soothing. Groom and friend pick me up, we drive to her place, I knock on the door.....and nothing. She doesn't answer the door, or the calls or texts. Fuck it. We roll. I'm not ruining my friends' big day for this chick. Hell no. I text her and let her know she can still show up at the church, as long as she does so by 3:00, so as to not interrupt ceremony. An hour later, she texts asking for the church location. I text it to her. She never shows.
Later, I get a text from her apologizing, asking where and when the reception is. I tell her. She never shows, I never hear from her. Whatfuckingever.
Next time we work together, she is very apologetic, saying she really wanted to go, she bought a new dress, she really wants to go out with me, and she's gonna make it up to me, and gonna take me out to dinner, her treat. Okay, fine. New Mature Jester is willing to give her another chance, though most of my friends are convinced she's a loon. A few weeks go by, we flirt heavily at work. We discuss maybe taking a trip together to Orlando, as we both love Universal, and it would be fun. I invite her to go kayaking today, a day we both have off. She agrees.
Yesterday, she says she doesn't know if she can go, because she's behind in rent, blah blah blah. I say it's no issue, that I've got her covered, and that I look forward to seeing her in a bikini. She jokes that she'll wear a thong. I express that I'm all for it.
This morning, I text her.....no response. I call her....no response. I go to her house to pick her up....she's not there. Her roommate tells me he thinks she spent the night at her ex-boyfriend's house.
And now I'm livid. I don't care that she didn't show. I don't care that she went and did whatever with her ex. But to just blow me off, and not even tell me she won't be able to make it? After what already happened with the wedding? Seriously? Fuck her. I believe in second chances, but I don't believe in thirds. At this point, at 9:00 pm, I still have not heard back from her, and I didn't text her again after I went to her place at 12:30. Still no text saying, "Oh, sorry for bailing on our plans." Just total radio silence.
So now, I'm debating what to do. Dating her is completely off the table. My bullshit meter has maxed out. But I see three options. Most of you are not going to like options 2 or 3, but they are ones I'm considering.
1. Nobility. Be the better person, and just let it go. I've been doing this for years. Im sick to death of being the better person and getting fucked over. I'm glad I usually am, but every now and then, I don't want to be.
2. Pervert. Act like nothing's wrong, and go about continuing to court her in an attempt to fuck her once or a few times. And then walking away. Cold-blooded? Sure. But I haven't gotten laid in several months, and she's cute, and why the fuck not? Still, not as cold blooded as the third idea stewing in my head.
3. Bastard. Go on the Orlando vacation with her. Fuck her. And leave her somewhere in Florida to find her own way home. This is very evil, I know. I am a vindictive bastard, and I'm pissed. And I'm trying, and failing, to find a reason not to do this. At this point, by my thinking, it's pretty much fair game.
So, feel free to fire away and tell me what to do or not to do, and now horrible some of these ideas are.
Amusingly, I work with her tomorrow, and I have no idea if I'm gonna act like nothing happened, ignore her completely, or give her the Death Stare. No idea. Tomorrow should be amusing.
Background: A woman I work with, a server at my bar, is a rather cute blonde. A couple months ago, as I was passing through work (not working that day), somehow I mentioned that I had to go for a tux fitting for my friends' wedding. Out of the blue she asked, "Do you need a date for that?” Not one to pass up a free gift from above, I said sure. I checked with my friends, of course, and they were fine with me bringing a date they didn't know to their wedding. Because they're cool as shit, and want me to be happy.
Realizing that this woman is expressing interest in me and blatantly flirting with me (I can often be oblivious to such things), I decide to try to get a date or two in before the wedding. But all of my attempts fail, usually because she's working. Whatever, I'm cool.
Day of the wedding: I'm getting ready, her texts and calls to me are of the emotional breakdown variety. Even though she's not getting married. Which is fucking weird. Contrary to my past self, which would have gotten frustrated and lashed out at her, since this whole thing was her idea, I very calmly try to talk her down, telling her to breath, and that she'll be fine. I was Doctor Soothing. Groom and friend pick me up, we drive to her place, I knock on the door.....and nothing. She doesn't answer the door, or the calls or texts. Fuck it. We roll. I'm not ruining my friends' big day for this chick. Hell no. I text her and let her know she can still show up at the church, as long as she does so by 3:00, so as to not interrupt ceremony. An hour later, she texts asking for the church location. I text it to her. She never shows.
Later, I get a text from her apologizing, asking where and when the reception is. I tell her. She never shows, I never hear from her. Whatfuckingever.
Next time we work together, she is very apologetic, saying she really wanted to go, she bought a new dress, she really wants to go out with me, and she's gonna make it up to me, and gonna take me out to dinner, her treat. Okay, fine. New Mature Jester is willing to give her another chance, though most of my friends are convinced she's a loon. A few weeks go by, we flirt heavily at work. We discuss maybe taking a trip together to Orlando, as we both love Universal, and it would be fun. I invite her to go kayaking today, a day we both have off. She agrees.
Yesterday, she says she doesn't know if she can go, because she's behind in rent, blah blah blah. I say it's no issue, that I've got her covered, and that I look forward to seeing her in a bikini. She jokes that she'll wear a thong. I express that I'm all for it.
This morning, I text her.....no response. I call her....no response. I go to her house to pick her up....she's not there. Her roommate tells me he thinks she spent the night at her ex-boyfriend's house.
And now I'm livid. I don't care that she didn't show. I don't care that she went and did whatever with her ex. But to just blow me off, and not even tell me she won't be able to make it? After what already happened with the wedding? Seriously? Fuck her. I believe in second chances, but I don't believe in thirds. At this point, at 9:00 pm, I still have not heard back from her, and I didn't text her again after I went to her place at 12:30. Still no text saying, "Oh, sorry for bailing on our plans." Just total radio silence.
So now, I'm debating what to do. Dating her is completely off the table. My bullshit meter has maxed out. But I see three options. Most of you are not going to like options 2 or 3, but they are ones I'm considering.
1. Nobility. Be the better person, and just let it go. I've been doing this for years. Im sick to death of being the better person and getting fucked over. I'm glad I usually am, but every now and then, I don't want to be.
2. Pervert. Act like nothing's wrong, and go about continuing to court her in an attempt to fuck her once or a few times. And then walking away. Cold-blooded? Sure. But I haven't gotten laid in several months, and she's cute, and why the fuck not? Still, not as cold blooded as the third idea stewing in my head.
3. Bastard. Go on the Orlando vacation with her. Fuck her. And leave her somewhere in Florida to find her own way home. This is very evil, I know. I am a vindictive bastard, and I'm pissed. And I'm trying, and failing, to find a reason not to do this. At this point, by my thinking, it's pretty much fair game.
So, feel free to fire away and tell me what to do or not to do, and now horrible some of these ideas are.
Amusingly, I work with her tomorrow, and I have no idea if I'm gonna act like nothing happened, ignore her completely, or give her the Death Stare. No idea. Tomorrow should be amusing.

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