Nice to see you again. Follow me, @SydneyOwen. Thanks for being here!
Okay, for one, I do know how to spell “cats” and the title of this post is not a typo. The title of this post is an acronym for #completeandtotalshitshow, one of my favorite sayings as of late. That being said, on with it.
I have had some pretty epic days that I’m just sure that somebody’s camera crew would be interested in documenting. I don’t watch TV really because I choose to live my life as a sitcom from time to time, and it’s hard to keep up with my own storyline, let alone anything more complicated than Glee or Grey’s Anatomy. So with that being said, yesterday was nothing short of production-worthy.
First of all, my post yesterday could be the most ADD thing I’ve ever created. I’ve been saying recently that my blog is where I dump all of my thoughts that are important to me at the time – and yesterday’s post was a perfect reflection of how SCATTERBRAINED life was in the last 48 hours.
Where did I leave off? Bouncer had left me multiple voicemails and I’m supposed to be ice skating tonight.
Well I got one more voicemail – and ice skating is probably not happening.
WHAT!?!? I know – it’s that crazy over here.
Mondays are nuts in themselves, throw in the holidays, scrambling to get work done before the world shuts down for Christmas, trying to figure out why this grown ass man keeps whining on my voicemail and trying to decipher how “I haven’t been completely honest with you, but I haven’t lied either” could be a good thing, and you’ve got a CATSS (remember what that stands for? Good, you listen).
One more voicemail – this one 1:19 long – he was having a conversation with my recorded self. He was talking about how he didn’t understand why me and The Saint (the guy that’s supposed to take me ice skating looks like a Saints football player, hence, the Saint) were spending so much time talking last night while I was there with him. He didn’t understand why I just left and didn’t want to party until 4am (um because I have a CAREER that is more important? I don’t know, that MIGHT be why) and how he was planning on staying at my house.
REWIND. ::rewinding noise:: He was planning on staying AT MY HOUSE.
This, coming from the guy who asked me out via text, communicated with me ONCE before the party on Sunday (also via text) and then brought me to a party where he continued to not talk to me and I was sitting there all by myself in a room full of people I didn’t know.
I mean, I’m a nice chick – I’ve let many-a-people crash on my couch (I don’t even have one now, so that was pre-Chicago) and I’ve crashed on several in my day. But I KNEW those people. I didn’t just let some stranger who’s sent me four text messages come into my home. Sorry – that’s not how I roll.
AND THEN he has the audacity to say “I know I asked you out via text or whatever, but I’d really like some normal communication.”
So I texted him, apologized for leaving abruptly and to not stress out about the Saint hitting on me, that the Saint saw that I was ALL BY MY AWESOME SELF and was being friendly.
Sydney: 1. Bouncer: -3.
So the other part of this shenanigans – the Saint is texting me how it was nice to meet me and he’s glad I came out last night, blah blah blah. I ask him if he’s still down to play tour guide and then WHAM – out of nowhere, the guy is talking about how he wants to see me in person he can be honest with me because he doesn’t want there to be room for BS in the future. And that he’d call me later to iron out details of the ice-skating date so we could really chat. That his situation is “complicated”. But “not that bad, depending on how you look at it.” And that he wants to “look me in the eyes so I know he’s real.” RED FLAG – RED FLAG! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! ABORT ICE SKATING MISSION!
I say: “what’s the deal? Married? In a relationship? Unhappy? Kids?”
And he says: “I don’t want to tell you bc I’m afraid you’ll think I’m a douche.”
TOO LATE.
Seriously – I love my life. I say this because old-Sydney would have been SO PISSED OFF and then been okay with the fact that this guy’s a dirtbag. Here is how I would have rationalized this: “Oh, well, at least he’s honest enough to be honest now, I mean, that’s gotta say something. And it’s not MY FAULT he’s in an unhappy relationship. He’s SO GREAT for being up front about it now, even if he wasn’t at first.” And cue downward spiral.
New-Sydney said “Thanks, but complicated isn’t my scene. And if you’re in a relationship, or married, or any of the above, then us going ice skating isn’t appropriate. And you know that.”
Am I curious to know exactly whats up? Yes. Of course I am. It will make this story have a glorious ending. But have I grown up since the last guy that I seriously dated that forgot to mention he was married until three months into the relationship? Yes. Not going down that road again.
So, my friends, I may not know how that story ended. But I’m okay with that.
So what’s next, you ask?
I don’t know, maybe the could-be-doctor that rides my bus and works in my building that I ride in the elevator with every day. Hmm. That could turn into my own Grey’s Anatomy.
My question to you all is this: if you’ve gone down the path of meeting someone, they’re not who they claim to be, but they REALLY want to show you that they aren’t a scumbag, do you let them try to show you? Or do you let it go? I’m voting let it go – but I’m open to your opinions.