I was talking to this guy a lot fall quarter. I thought he was precious, and we got along really well. We texted a lot, hung out every so often, messed around a couple times. It got to the point where he sent me some pictures one night. And the next day I stopped hearing from him. Like.. the end. This was the middle of December. Since then he’s texted me asking for Kappa’s social’s number and to tell all the sisters to go to their parties. Any actual conversation pretty much died after about five texts.
He called me in the middle of class. I was in a huge lecture hall, and it was strange for his name to show up on my phone, so I stepped out and answered. I thought maybe it was a pocket-dial or someone was stranded. Maybe dying. There was really no other logical explaination for him to be calling me. I answer. He asks if I could meet with him and talk around 1. I skip my next class to find out what was so important that he couldn’t just tell me over the phone. What did he want to talk about? He wanted to apologize “for everything” even though it was “long overdue” (his words, not mine). Over the weekend, he had some epiphany that he’s been a douchebag to all these girls and wanted to set everything straight.
It’s been almost six months. I pretty much forgot about you. I even had to go back through my texts to recall exactly what happened.
While I’m honored that I was the first girl you talked to, you really didn’t need to tell me that you were going to give the same speech to others, too. It kind of makes you look gross.
You did the same with another person you very obviously knew I know after me. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? More gross.
You remind me of Earl from My Name Is Earl with your “fix-it” list and it makes me laugh.