I am gearing up to leave Kentucky, and, as per usual, I have mixed feelings about the inevitable. I usually end up being a total shit on my last day home, if for no other reason than to help my friends and family with the separation. That being said, I've finally settled into a routine here. Thoughts of the guy are starting to subside. I wish things could have gone differently with that whole situation. However, in my younger years, I myself never hesitated to stoop to the level of not returning phone calls from guys that no longer interested me. Hell, I even left the country for six months without bothering to dump my boyfriend at the time, then met TOBIEL, so you can guess how that situation ended. Of course, I was nineteen then; the ex-current guy is nearly 30 - and I would have expected more from him. Despite all his ridiculous chicken shittery, though, I should add that I have no doubt that he will fall hard for some lovely girl in the future and make her very happy. That being said, it's also a bit disturbing that he seems to avoid every event I might dis-grace with my presence. Like our mutual friend Penny's birthday party last night, when he randomly didn't show up, even though she's a good friend of his. I have never seen such lengths of avoidance, not even in myself, and definitely not expressed toward guys I once found attractive and who have ended up underwhelming me. Usually, I don't give a shit if I see them or not. It's only difficult for me to see someone I once, and might still, genuinely care for, but who doesn't return the feeling. Clearly, what with his lack of attention, that is not the case here. And maybe he did have a legitimate reason for not showing up, like, Big Trouble in Little China came on HBO at the last minute (yeah, I've totally used that excuse before. Not. Kidding.). But Farrah, who rode up and back to Lexington with me, had a different opinion:
Farrah: You noticed The Guy wasn't there...
Me: Yeah...
Farrah: It was totally your fault.
Me: Thanks.
Farrah: Seriously. Why else wouldn't he have shown up? He knows he's behaved like a shit, and he should be embarrassed to show his face around you.
Me: Or he decided I'm not right for him.
Farrah: But you're wearing your skank shorts! *Footnote: Here Farrah is referring to the ridiculously short shorts I purchased at half price last week - they are short, I tell you, short! - in Farrah's mind, they defy every reason for any guy losing interest in me. They also prompted the following pickup line from Farrah's Fiance: Did you get those shorts on Mars? Me: No. Why? Farrah's Fiance: Because your ass is out of this world. Laughter ensues. End footnote.*
So there's an end to it. I won't see him before I leave, unless he buckles down and decides to return the call I weakly placed to him last Saturday, which he won't. And I don't know if he reads this, but if he does, I will apologize for my passive aggressiveness in writing about him on my blog. But I won't apologize for calling his actions chicken-shittish (yeah, I know it's not a word, just go with it).
Meanwhile, I'm soooooo excited about my return to L.A.! Just be warned, my fellow Angelenos, that when I return....
...I'm bringing sexy back.
Oh, I don't want you to go. But, that's purely for selfish, entertainment purposes.
Every time you write about Farrah it cracks me up that she had us thinking for years that her first name was really Farrah. I have no idea about how it started but I remember finding out that it wasn't real and being astonished.