I thought there was hope for us. He seemed to have it all together! He was normal. He had a good job. He loved God. He enjoyed college basketball. For crying out loud, the man had health insurance!
But as we all know, I'm not lucky in this department. The dating department. What seemed normal, really wasn't. Actually, I can't say that about him. I suppose he's still normal.
Before I left the Awkward BBQ with Pistol Pete, him and I discussed hanging out on the 4th of July. He said he'd come to my town to hang out. By the time the 4th of July rolled around (a week after the Awkward BBQ), I hadn't heard from Pistol Pete. Loser. I assumed I didn't need to text message him my 4th of July plans, since I hadn't heard from him. But, The Cousin and Sister #1 both said I needed to text him my 4th of July plans, because I told him I would. Despite the fact that he hadn't called/text/emailed/facebook me in over week I still had to send this text message. *Insert Eye Roll Here* The Cousin said I couldn't be mean. *Insert Eye Roll Here* SO this is how it went down on the 3rd of July...
Me: Do you have plans on the 4th?
PP: I'm going to hang out with my family. I'm working on my bathroom and kitchen so maybe we can get together in a week or two?
End of conversation via text message
I did not respond to his text message. How do you respond to that? Sure, call me when you have time. I'll be waiting right here by the phone. Waiting. Waiting for you to call me.
I don't think so! Instead, I deleted his number from my phone. Yup, that's how I roll.