Hoodwinked and Bamboozled

As if my last few days hadn’t already been bad enough. I thought I’d get a call and Mr. Outing asking me out on a real date, alas by “we should do this again” he really meant, “I’m not interested, but I am polite.” Then, last night, a former person showed up out of no where despite the fact I was vigilant in making sure he would not turn up. Let me start at the beginning.

Last summer this person and I were a part of the same intramural sports team. In the course of three weeks I think he probably said three sentences to me.  Then, exactly one year ago, we ended up at the Saint Ann’s Italian Festival and that sort of kicked off a month of hooking up – instigated and driven by him. He made moves, he contacted me every day, he made it clear he was interested, until one day he simply dropped off the face of the universe without saying anything to me.

His actions were hurtful and cowardly. When everything finally came out he was vague and just said he didn’t want to do what we were doing anymore. I knew he was recently out of a long term relationship and that he was freaking out about turning 30, so I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, at his 30^th birthday party he showed up with his ex, which was a major slap in the face.

I was so angry that he led me on the way that he did. That he pushed things to happen, even though he knew that our social circles intersected. In retrospect, he’d always treated me like an asshole. He wasn’t kind. He never took me out on a real date. He wasn’t interested in anything authentic, he was only interested in using me. Well, mission accomplished and I never want anything to do with him ever again.

So, last night. My roommate and her friend were going back to the festival and I asked who all was going – just the two of them, I was told. Then a few more people turned up. Finally, low and behold, there was asshole. The one person I did not want to see on the one day I definitely didn’t want to see him. He still makes me angry because he treated me like garbage and now he makes me feel unwelcome in social situations. He should not have that right, considering he is the one who wronged me, but he since everything happened he has never owned or apologized for his manipulative selfish actions.

As if my weekend couldn’t have gotten worse, I was hoodwinked and bamboozled.

Back to square one. On to the next.