Psycho

After ignoring a few texts from Justin, I received one more yesterday afternoon, so decided to give him the courtesy of letting him know I wasn’t romantically interested.  Mistake?

Immediately I was bombarded by a series of texts asking why & to tell him or else he’ll blow up my phone from not only his number, but several other numbers because he’s crazy.  Yes, he actually threatened me & said he, himself, was crazy.  You don’t say?!  I responded with “haha No threats, dude.  It’s an attraction & intellectually stimulation issue”.  He starts demanding I tell him the truth & inquiring what about him isn’t attractive & asking over & over if it’s that I’m not attracted to him.  Taking the high road, knowing I’ve just bruised this insecure little fuck’s ego, I tell him that I feel I’m smarter & more mature than he is & that I’m currently only interested in dating men who are more financially generous anyway.  Again, a slew of texts are received.  Before I have a chance to respond to even one of his messages, he begins to tell me how I’m old & ugly.  

This is where I get a bit bitchy & put him in his place by saying, “Hey, little boy, you’re the one who asked & threatened me.  No need to be a whiny brat about it,”.  Unfortunately, this brought on a phone call from him.  At this time, mind you, I had just parked in Ronald’s parking garage, as I agreed to pop over & kick it with him for a little while.  15 minutes I spend, humoring this masochist, going into detail how he’s not attractive to me, meanwhile maintaining that that’s just my own personal opinion, which he should not even think upon.  Repeatedly I hear, “tell me the truth & I’ll leave you alone”.  How many more times & how many ways do you want me to tell you I think you’re an ugly moron?!  I wouldn’t give him that exact satisfaction, as my confrontation mechanism is to become even more diplomatic & PC.  

As it seemed he was starting to finally get it, so I text Ronald to have him come meet me in the garage to let me in.  Then Justin spurts out, “I think this is a race issue.  What did the other cholo look like that you dated before me?”  (Prior to going out with him that one night, Justin had asked if I’d ever dated another Mexican before because he’d had issues with other white girls being racist towards him.  If it’s one thing that thoroughly pisses me off, if you couldn’t tell from my previous experience/blog post with Jerome, it’s to call me a racist…or any kind of a bigot, really.)  Well, since he hit my hot button, I went off, describing Ronald & adding that I was actually at his place as we speak, so fuck him for trying to read between any proverbial non-existent lines!  Justin’s response?  The damn fool wants to see what he looks like!  Hell no!

THEN he proceeds to tell me that he just uses online dating as a way to get laid, but he’s really a pick up artist…a con artist.  At this point, I’m dying laughing.  OOOOkay, buddy!  If you’re just as methodically mechanic when you’re picking girls up off the street as you are by meeting them in person after setting up a date online, I’m thinking the only way you’ve been laid is either rape or some drunk pity fuck.  Thank goodness Ronald was at my door by this time!  “Good luck with that, buddy!  My Mexican is here for me now.  Bye!” & I hung up the phone, throwing myself into Ronald’s arms.  

Damn he looked good!  (He just got a haircut, but I’m sure, especially after dealing with that idiot, even if his hair was still shagging in his eyes, he’d still look delicious to me.)  Unlike the last time, this time his kiss was wonderful, voracious, & soft, yet intense.  Damn me & my hormones!  

It was nice to catch up with him.  I finally called Ronald out on having a tendency to not look me in the face when he talks after he started to, telling him I really like it when he looks at me.  From there on out, he always looked at me while speaking.  Good!  He is learning!  While catching up on what’s going on in his world with his job, family having moved to Las Vegas, his living situation (he’s getting his own place by the middle of next month), & his psycho roommate – she’s pregnant & has barricaded herself in her room for 2 weeks, not leaving to eat/shower/pee/feed or walk her dogs & has since lost a tremendous amount of weight – Ronald has tried to help her & the dogs but she fights him on it constantly to the point where he’s about to call animal control & hence him moving out, Justin continued to blow up my phone, as promised, until I finally just blocked his number.  Now we’ll wait to see if he makes good on his other promise to harass me from different numbers.  24hours later & nothing new, so, so far, so good!

Ronald & I ended up watching movies all night: Warm Bodies, A Haunted House, & Identity Thief.  The second one was hysterical.  Bravo, Marlon Wayans, bravo!  Ronald mentioned multiple times how he’s missed me, loves my kisses & my ass, & really wants to see me much more than we have been seeing each other.  A couple times I found myself feeling a shred of guilt & missing Aaron, but shook that out of my head to enjoy the moment.  Aaron owes me for that damn cheek move.  Besides, I’ve decided that my desire to be with someone wholly is a mixture of my PMSing & being away from my family at the holidays.  Once this week is over with, I’ll be back to my determined, head-on-my-shoulders, happily single self again!  I hope!

I ended up staying the night with Ronald, since it was late & we had been enjoying each other’s company.  I suppose, since this is a tell-all blog, I should mention that we did have sex once again.  I decided, “well, we’ve been there before & I have been raging horny all week, & I’m enjoying his company for what it is at the moment anyway, so why not?”.  Oh, I remembered “why not” about 20 minutes later.  I’m left still sexually frustrated!  He even knew that, by asking afterward if I had came.  Nope.  He seemed concerned, but not nearly as much as he should have been.  At least he cuddled & kissed me all night long.  But seriously, buddy?!  Gaaaahh!!!!

Note to self: fuck buddies should only be maintained if they are serving MY purpose!  

I’ll figure this out at some point.

xx,

Lilly Cat