Trust me – if you’re a guy, you do NOT want to be in my book (unless I use your real name, in which case you are not a guilty party).
Someone who I was SURE was not going to be in the book just made it in. We’ll call him Tad Hamilton (for now – book name is subject to change if/when I feel like it).
Of course because it’s my life, and I have to do everything the hard way, I met TH at a work conference in Palm Springs and he of course lives in a completely different city than I do.
Now, since he’s going in the book, I’m not getting into the nitty gritty (you can buy it in 2013, I hope, which means I need to get cracking!!), but suffice it to say that bailing on me less than 48 hours before you’re supposed to fly into town to take me to a wedding is not the way to get on my good side. And all my friends that wanted to meet Tad Hamilton? Yeah, they hate him now. Also, my sister was not impressed when she met him (not that she’s EASY to impress, but she is at the top of the list of someone whose good side you would NEED to be on).
Aside from being blindsided and completely hurt, I am PISSED. Mostly because he went AWOL about a week ago so I knew something was up, but he waited until the 11th hour to tell me.
It is quite obvious looking back that the reason he never sent me his flight confirmation is that he never actually booked his flight.
Seriously – WHO DOES THAT? I will tell you who: jackholes that are going to end up in my book.
Listen, I know I’m not perfect. No one is. But there are ways to treat people and this is an example of what not to do.
Thank goodness I kept my lady business on lock down, otherwise I’d be crying at my desk right now instead of working on very important revenue reports.
I was joking with my friends that I felt like Carrie in the episode of Sex and the City where Berger breaks up with her on a post-it note.
(Also, why does Carrie walk EVERYWHERE in heels? Heels hurt like a mo-fo. I walk everywhere in flip-flops. Anyway.)
Fine, okay, at least he CALLED me, but it was to tell me he was still in love with his ex and not coming to Chicago (again, with less than 48 HOURS NOTICE, ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME DUDE???). And even though he’d been AWOL, I still felt blindsided, because it wasn’t like there were other hints that would have tipped me off (though, I suppose asking him for his flight info 97 times and not getting it was a pretty big hint).
He works with his ex – her official name moving forward is Skanky McHoebag. I know that the distance was going to be a challenge for us regardless and he works with McHoebag, so on top of them being in the same city, they see each other daily. I can’t compete with that.
But really, I don’t want to compete with ANYONE.
And you? Well YOU do not want to be in my book.
A Series of Very Bad Decisions 