Yeah, about that...

I know. I haven't posted in a long time. But then again, no one seemed too interested in what I had to say, so I didn't make it a priority.

So, where did I leave off? Jeff?

OK, fine. He called a few days after the break up. "Let's get together... A friend is performing in a concert..." blah blah blah. I said that I wasn't comfortable hanging out and then proceeded to try for TEN MINUTES to get off the phone. All the while I was with friends who were sending me dirty looks. After I hung up and ignored two MORE calls from him in the next few moments, I agreed to meet with him later in the week to discuss my feelings and reasons behind them. I have never so badly wanted to tell ANYONE to just blow off and deal with it. Oh well. We met. We talked.

He is an idiot. I know, I could get sued for libel here. But I don't really care.
He kept saying that I wasn't "comfortable hanging out for no good reason". Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I had been civil and relaxed the whole time. EVERYONE I know would have been proud. But I cannot tolerate anyone making me or my opinions seem stupid because they don't understand. So I said "I don't like how I feel when you're around. How's THAT for a good reason?"

The conversation did not end for twenty more minutes during which he said I would be "missing out" if we didn't still decide to be friends and how I needed to hang out with all different types of people.

"You need all different kinds of friends."
I replied, "I HAVE all different types of friends."

"Well," he said, "So do I. Black, Hispanic, gay, whatever."

OH MY GOD! This is how he defines his friends. See, me friends are funny, smart, dorky, talented, musical, bookish... THEY HAVE PERSONALITY TRAITS!

Eventually I realized that the only way to get him to leave me alone was to, for lack of a better term, piss him off. So I did. He said that he realized that he couldn't change my mind or how I felt. This, I am sure, was meant to illicit a response of
"Of course you do. You're a great guy. It's me. Give me time, I'll come around." or something to that effect. But instead, I said "No. No you can't"

At that he said something like be that way, or fine... I wasn't really listening anymore, and then he turned and stormed off in a flourish of passive aggression. My, my, my, how did I let that one get away?

Anyway, it's been weeks and I have still yet to hear my phone tell me not to answer it because Jeff is calling. Ahhh. At last, peace.