telling them off.

The theme of this past weekend was telling boys off.

I have no idea why, but it seemed that three separate guys needed to be gently put back into their place. I’m not sure how I let it get so bad in the first place, so shame on me, but I was definitely in the mood to correct things.

Situation 1: Friday night, at my birthday celebration. A good friend of mine (who I’ve hooked up with in the past), The Senator, came to the bar to celebrate my birthday and brought his roommate. At the end of the night, the three of us took a cab back to their house. Shortly after we got there, The Senator left “to go get water” and left me alone with his roommate. After a series of miscommunications with the roommate, I ended up getting really upset and going home. After a few drunk and dramatic tweets on my part, I went to bed and ended up talking to The Senator on Saturday afternoon.

He had no recollection of what happened, was super apologetic about the misunderstandings, and promised to make it up to me. I cautiously accepted his apology, but not before I made it clear that perhaps we needed to hang out when he was SOBER and that I was disappointed he drove that night when he was so drunk.

Situation 2: Last semester I met a boy right before we left for summer. This one, the Boy Next Door, is basically adorable. He’s got the brightest blue eyes and blonde hair and is all muscle-y and what not. But apparently he’s also crazy.

He has this strange habit of BBMing me late at night asking where I am. This usually devolves into him saying things like “I want you, come over” and me responding with “I’m already home, you come here” and him being all “I’m so tired, I want you, come over” and me leaving it at that because if he’s not even willing to walk the 3 blocks to my house, he obviously can’t want me THAT badly.

Well on Friday night these messages escalated to saying “Come over, I want to fuck” (although it wasn’t spelled quite so accurately.)

Umm… Excuse me? Whatever impression I gave you that I was that kind of girl needs to be cleared up immediately. I ignored his message that night and on Saturday, Bee helped me send him this:

Hey BND, just want to let you know that as harmless as our texting has been I’m not just a late night booty call so I’d rather not do this kind of thing if that’s all you’re looking for.

I haven’t gotten a response back from him, but I wasn’t really expecting one.

Situation 3: A sort of friend-with-benefits from last year that ended VERY BADLY. He BBMd me Saturday night at 3 am. The following conversation ensued:

Him: Are you awake?
Me: Yeah. Why?
Him: I was just thinking back to last semester
Me: Okkk….
Him: Jw if you were down to mess around
Me: Yeahhhh not interested

I have no idea where I find these guys, but I do know they’ve got to go. I’m so over this shit.