"Something Suddenly Came Up..."

Carlos is not very bright. For someone who says he wants to see me, why not just ask instead of waiting to meet up at a salsa venue? I don't get it.

So... I've dropped him. After the series of texts exchanged this past Wednesday, I'm mad at myself for not telling him, "Don't bother me." But who wants to be rude?

He had asked if I'd be going out on Wednesday, to which I said yes. So, he said he'd try to make it. Now, I know he said try, so that should have been my first clue that he would be a no show. He could have just said, wish I could go, but I have something else I need to get done, etc.

But no... thanks to Verizon who lets me store my messages (Wednesday night approximately 10:30 p.m.):

Carlos: How was it?

Me: I'm still here.

Carlos: Oh. Sorry have fun, something came up and I couldn't go :(

(Reminds me of The Brady Bunch, where Greg or Marcia were so stinkin' popular, that, 'something suddenly came up.' Sheesh.)

Me: It's alright.

Carlos: Thx baby have fun :*

Me: I will

Carlos: Good for you ;)

(much much later-- after midnight)

Carlos: Goodnight

And I cannot believe what I've just participated in... a junior high argument.

I know he owes me no explanation. It's okay. However, if you want to see me, just ask, because like this I feel it's build up for a disappointment.

It's the whole momentum... too much time passes and he turns into one of those guys who say "Finally we see each other!" Really?! No kidding!! Can't stand guys that say that. Correction. I can't stand guys who say it in that certain way that makes you feel like a moron. Which in reality, they're the ones that had 'something suddenly come up.'

It's gets better, or worse, depending on how you look at it. Since I never responded back to him, I get a few more messages last night while I was out:

7:26 P.M. Hi gorgeous how are you ;)
9:02 P.M. Are you mad at me? :(
9:36 P.M. Do you want me not to text you anymore? :/
9:38 P.M. One more thing you are superb special to me

After consulting with a male friend, I sent Carlos a final message: Don't text me anymore. I'm dating someone and I'd appreciate it if you leave me alone.

Carlos? Carlos who??

I do not give my number out often. So imagine my perplexed thought when I received a text message a couple weeks ago from a number I don't recognize... "hi Dominica this is carlos do u remember me, r u still dancing salsa?" I know, a lot of typos.

Before responding back, I beat my brain trying to remember who this guy is. Out of all the guys I know with the name Carlos, none of them have my number. Embarrassed, I inquire who he is because I don't recall.

So he tells me we met 4 years ago. Great, so he kept my number but I obviously deleted his... and I still can't place him. Then he tells me we had kissed, and I start to worry. Was it that bad that I blocked it from my memory? But slowly it comes back to me, and it's crystal clear.

Carlos had been really into me. Unfortunately, due to the fact that his conversational skills didn't pass beyond, "you know you're gorgeous," and, oh yeah, he was living with his girlfriend, I didn't reciprocate. I found out he had a girlfriend after we had kissed, and gave him a hard time about it.

He would tell me he wanted to break up with his girlfriend but afraid of hurting her feelings. But he wants me. Oy.... I told him he couldn't have both.

I had kept his number on my phone for a while, so that I would ignore his calls. Eventually, I erased his contact info.

Then months go by and out of the blue he call to tell me that he broke up with his girlfriend. I don't know if he expected me to be happy, but I was indifferent. It was just an awkward thing to hear, coming from him.

So, now, a few years later he calls again?! Although, to my pleasant surprise, we did talk for a bit and it was okay. At the end of the call, he asked my permission if he could keep in touch and I was fine with that. He's been texting me fairly regularly and he says he wants to see me, but it hasn't happened yet.