Two nights ago I took a client out to dinner. In the middle of the dinner, I hear my phone vibrating, and slyly check the number – it’s an ex. An ex we will call “Elitist Asshole.” I don’t pick up, and he proceeds to text me:
“Dinner Friday night? How about the place near you I have still yet to go?”
I don’t respond.
“…and to be super clear, I am asking you on a date.”
I responded by kindly saying I was out of town.
“Ok, well I’m around if interested some other time. If not, no worries.”
Classy. So, the guy I broke up with two years ago wants to take me out on a date. The same guy who gave me shit for over a year-long relationship about money ALL THE TIME, wants to take me to dinner. This guy is the most prideful asshole I’ve ever met. If after two years he wants to get back with me, all he can muster up is a text for a date request? And he’s cool if I’m not interested. See, that was the problem, he never would fight for me, not then and not now.
Here’s the background story:
I dated this guy because he was supposedly Catholic (that typically makes things easier when you tell a late-20′s guy that you don’t plan on having sex with him). He was pretty devout and we had the same world views on life. He was not a bad looking dude, a little scrawny, but had a nice face. He was smart, had a good job, nice family and seemed somewhat normal. Seemed like the whole package at the time. He was looking for a relationship that was chaste (ie. no sex) before marriage, even though he wasn’t a virgin. Funny – the handful of “super-Catholic” guys I’ve dated looking for pure women have past lives of being absolute man whores. The hypocrisy is enraging.
Anyway, he quickly turned in to the most obnoxious, self-centered, ego maniac with a “holier-than-thou” attitude towards everyone who wasn’t as perfect as him. The volatile relationship ended with a culmination of me driving an hour to see him and take him to dinner the night of his birthday. I showed up to the restaurant and he was drunk and angry. He was pissed because I expected to spend not only Friday but also a Saturday night with him (I was leaving Sunday for a work trip for a week). He wanted to spend time with his friends instead. He proceeded to verbally abuse me in public about how selfish I was. Needless to say, I broke up with his ass on the spot and drove an hour back home.
I have a habit of staying in bad relationships too long. At least once it’s over, I have no doubt, that under no circumstances will I get back with them. This guy is no exception.