All The Small Things

Saturday Night:

Ring Ring Ring. This is the watchmaker speaking... Smalltalk... I'm just wondering if we can be friends? Just Friends?

Well, sure watchmaker, I guess. I didn't really see this heading that way, but, sure. I enjoy your company, I'd be happy to be friends with you.

Great. Thanks. I hope you understand my thinking on this...

(Me thinking, well, no actually I don't understand your thinking on this...)

Generic friendly conversation... peppered with:

I think you're great, you've got a beautiful smile, you always look so fresh and happy and you're heaps fun to be around... you're hot... I like you... you're smart... you're pretty...

Ri-i-i-ight... so I'm sorry, I don't get it. Why don't you want to date me??

Because I've got a girlfriend. We've been going out for four years.

**SSHHOOCCKK**

But you told me you were single?

Yeah I know I did, sorry about that. I lied.

You told me you were single and we've been out!!?!!

Yeah, I'm really sorry. I know I led you on.

(Me Thinking What The Hell??)

You're sorry?

Yeah, I'm really sorry, that was a horrible thing for me to do to you.

Damn straight that was a mean thing to do - you led me to believe that something was going to happen here, when you have a GirlFriend. Thats truly truly messed up.

I know, I'm sorry.

Rants On Making Him Feel Terrible for a short period of time, until satisfied that he has fully comprehended what an asshole act this has been.

Can we still be friends?

I really don't know. I mean, you want to come to my place and watch DVD's and stuff, and I just don't know how comfortable I am with that. I mean - You Have A GirlFriend. I just don't know that I'm happy to be put in a position that could potentially expose me to ridicule. But at the same time, I enjoy your company, and I would like to be friends with you...

I'll say Yes. We can be friends, on the following conditions:

Your girlfriend is told that I exist, that we are friends, and that you will be spending time with me alone in my home and at other venues. If she is ok with that, then I am ok with it.

And:

You never lie to me again.

 

Ok. I can do that.

Good. Then we can be friends. I just really don't understand why you felt that you had to lie to me about this. Why didn't you just say straight up that you have a girlfriend? It would've made things much simpler.

I just don't want everyone in town knowing my business.

Ri-i-i-gh-t. Thats a bullshit reason to lie about having a girlfriend. If I was her, I'd kick your arse for pretending that I didn't exist. Thats a shit way to behave. And why the hell would you lie about that and then behave the way that you did?

I know. I'm sorry. I'm truly truly sorry.

 

 

I do believe that he is truly sorry for what he's done. At the same time, his behaviour is very very confusing.

We chat every day by txt, and he drops past my shop and I drop past his. We enjoy each others company - thats a given. We flirt - I'm not going to deny it. I am a flirt by nature, and I think he is too - and harmless flirting is fine. But I wonder if he oversteps the boundaries sometimes. I don't even know if he does or not.

Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend sign off txts with x? Thats a kiss isn't it? I don't do that to any of my friends, do you?

Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend give beautiful compliments with alarming regularity? Compliments make me extremely uncomfortable.

Does a platonic friend who has a girlfriend deliver random gifts of fruit to ones office? Giftwrapped fruit?

 

If he oversteps the boundary in a way that is obvious, I'm going to pull him up on it. I just don't know what his caper is. For mine - He has a girlfriend. I am going to behave in the same manner with him as I do with Shane. Thats a fairly easy benchmark to work to, as the relationship is similar.

We flirt, but there is nothing in it, we're just mates. I don't think any girl who was interested in Shane - or a girlfriend, if he had one - would feel threatened in any way by me and my relationship with Shane. Keeping it on the same level as that with the watchmaker will mean that I'm keeping up my end at least.

 

And HOORAY!! I'm keeping up my fantastic track record of picking men who are FREAKING BLINKING HOPELESS. I finally thought I'd found a good one too. Spew. Spew. Spew.

Oh, well, back to the drawing board I guess.

I'm supposed to be going out with the watchmaker tomorrow night - the plan was to head to a nearby town for dinner, but I'm not sure if thats what is happening. He was checking out what foreign films were on to see if we could do that instead when I saw him this afternoon.

We'll see how it all works out. We had lunch today, and that was nice. He's great company.

MMEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWEEEEEEEEEEEEWEWEWE.

(That would be a wail of confusion and frustration and disappointment)