The above was a text I sent recently. It was meant to be derisive in tone, although I don’t know if that came across.
Here’s the back story: I have actually exchanged a couple of emails with M in the last few weeks. A couple. They were short and unpleasant and I didn’t think they were worth mentioning here. He wrote to say he really did want to speak with me, he was “just too busy”. I replied that I had been interested in hearing him out, out of curiosity if nothing else. And that his issue wasn’t that he was too busy but rather it wasn’t that important to him (something I’ve stated many times before, in many contexts).
So I was on the phone the other night with one of my best guy friends. It was nearing midnight, which is when we tend to talk (we’re both night owls). All of sudden I get a text. It’s from M (fyi, his number is not saved in my phone, but I know it by sight) asking if I’m up and available to talk. No lead in. No, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to this (which would have caused me to have a heart attack, as M doesn’t apologize). Just, am I up and available to talk.
I immediately interrupted our conversation about much more interesting things to tell my friend who a) laughed and b) was not surprised. We both had a little chuckle about it because, let’s face it, at this point it’s really quite funny.
I felt like the “right thing” to do would be to delete the text and pretend I never saw it. But I suck at the right thing. My friend, oddly enough, was of the opinion that I should hear M out. That after all of this time, it would be nice to know what the guy’s been thinking (if he’s been thinking). My friend suggested I immediately call M back so that we could talk, but I wasn’t willing to jump just because M said jump. Instead I texted back that I was on the phone (my landline, in case you were confused) and would be available in 15 minutes. And then my friend and I went back to our conversation about much more interesting things.
I called M after I got off the phone with my friend and guess what – I got his vm. I hung up and didn’t bother with a message. I vowed long ago to never leave him another vm.
And then the next day, I decided (I couldn’t help myself) to check on M’s twitter thread (I DO NOT follow him). To see if he was indeed alive. And, of course, he’d just recently tweeted. Which led me to send the text of my title, “Seriously, hahahaha”. Because I thought/think it’s really kinda funny how he gets this idea every few weeks/months that he needs to speak with me and then the idea fades – poof. Gone. He replied a few hours later saying that he seriously, really did want to speak with me but was too busy working…
So I’m writing this today on the premise that he’s too busy working to be reading my blog. Or not. I think it’s hysterical. Or pitiful. Or some strange combination of the two.
Tags: bad ex-boyfriend, texts