Houdini!

I'm a little mad. A tad hurt. But more frustrated than anything. Allow me to back up and share with you the events of the weekend in timeline format:

Thursday night...make plans with Boston Boy (who is from here on out refered to as Houdini) to hang out Friday. I tell him I have a friend coming in town that I would like to hook up with at some point but don't know the exact plan yet, let's just plan to touch base Friday and figure out plans.

Friday at noon...I text him to tell him I'm not meeting my friend so I'm available for whatever, let me know what you want to do.... don't hear back, 4pm, still nothing....5pm still nothing....6pm still nothing. I call a girlfriend and make other plans. Enough of the waiting game. If you can't call me by 6pm to confirm our very loosy-goosy plans, then I'm moving on.I'm not desperate. I'm not going to wait by my phone and be at your beckon call.

7:15pm...I'm on my way to Brookside to meet said girlfriend and guess who texts me. That's right...at 7:15pm to make plans for the evening. He asked what I am doing and I bluntly tell him I'm headed to meet a girlfriend. I didn't hear from him so I made other plans. He tells me he's very sorry, he has a work and personal cell phone and forgot to take the personal cell with him to work. Whatever. He says "I missed out". Yes...yes you did!

That bring us to Saturday. I knew he was flying to Chicago for the day for a business meeting. We text back and forth a little. He asks what I am going that evening. I tell him I'm hanging with Layla but that I'm free Sunday evening. He asks if I want to do something. I know he's a big Patriots fan so I suggest we go grab drinks and watch the game Sunday evening. He's say, "I'd love that...sounds like a good plan". In the midst of the texts he tells me several times he misses me...he hasn't seen me since Tuesday..he wishes we could just chill together Saturday night...blah blah blah.

So...Sunday rolls around. He texts  me (notice the trend here...he can't seem to actually call, just texts) about 12:30 to see what I'm up to. I tell him I just dropped off Layla with her dad, I'm going to run errands and hit the gym. He responds: "great...text me when you're done". So finish up about 3:30pm. I call him (heaven forbid). No answer. Left him a msg to call me when he gets a minute so we can come up with a plan for the evening. No answer. No phone call. No text. 6:30pm I text him to see what the hell is going on. No answer. No phone call. Nothing. It's now Wednesday...I still haven't heard from the bastard. Are you kidding??? I'm pretty much over it now. Just frustrated and trying to figure out what the hell happened. Playing a guessing game is not fun. I mean if you decided you just didn't like me and didn't want to see me, have the f-ing balls to tell me. Don't just stop communicating. Don't just leave me hanging out there. Especially when you told me numerous times the day before you missed me, couldn't wait to see me and hang out, etc. I mean please!

NEXT! Have no fear....I have a date lined up for Friday. Yes...I know. It's a weekend night and they shouldn't get a weekend for a first timer, but I have a crazy week and that is the only night that worked for both of us. Plus I need something to keep my mind off of Houdini.

***UPDATE***
Approximately 2 hours after putting this on my blog Houdini texted me. HAHAHA. Maybe he's hacked the blog somehow! Here's what he said: "Hey Christian, how's it going?". WTF??? No, I'm sorry, I'm an ass, etc etc etc. Nope. Just a very casual, hey what's up. ARE YOU KIDDING? Here's the horrible thing, I like him. I'm having a hard telling him to just go f-himself. What the hell is wrong with me????