Dating Diaries: Squishy Feelings Alert

I got yelled at because I haven’t been blogging lately. I have all kinds of things to talk about and I keep meaning to do it, but I guess my heart isn’t in it anymore. I don’t even keep up with everyone’s blogs as fanatically as I used to. I guess that, since the old EFX went away/imploded on itself, I just haven’t been as keen to blog as before.

I’ve been dating this guy. I would tell you his name is Francesco, seeing as that’s what he told me his name was, but it’s not. His name is Ran, short for Ranesh or however you spell it. We’re not together officially, but we’re about to not be together in any sense of the word. I keep hearing warning bells and I don’t know why. Maybe because he lied about his name. Well, I met him on the street as we were club hopping to celebrate finals being over and I was all kinds of drunk and I made out with him. Yes. Me. On the street. Drunk as a skunk. Made out with some dude with an Italian accent. Well, the accent explains the “why” part to the making out.

He’s pushy. I used to think it was cute (probably because of the accent), but I am sooo over it now. He doesn’t listen to me. I know I sound like a girl saying that, but in this case, it’s true. When someone is sick and tells you they’re sick and they just want to go to sleep, why would you show up at their door? When they tell you they want to kick it with friends, why would you blow up their phone every hour on the hour until they call you back? When they tell you they want to chill with their family and relax, why would you blow up their phone trying to get them to go to a club?

Part of the problem is that my infatuation with his accent has worn off and I can see that I don’t like him like that. He is smart, he has a kooky sense of humor, he likes to travel, and he isn’t keen to make babies. He sounds like a viable candidate, but the alarm bells are going off. The same ones I had with Richard. I try not to hold any man accountable for the actions/mistakes of another man, but I am getting the heebie-jeebies about him that I got with Richard.

Is it a break up if you aren’t really together? I’m annoyed. Perturbed. Disgruntled. Pick your S.A.T. word. I just need to figure out a way to get him to back off without him stalking me and he soooo has stalker tendencies. Plus, he keeps trying to get me to sleep with him. It’s very off-putting. I’m not suggesting that he play hard to get or anything, but I don’t want you putting my hand on your errection and telling me that I did that, either.

Jeez.

State of the Union: Frocking annoyed
Listening to: Meet Me Halfway by the Black Eyed Peas

Posted: 7:35 PM, Wed 30 Dec 2009 in Dating Diaries

Edited: December 31st, 2009