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I will never understand other people
Jul. 21st, 2025 05:50 amI need the vertically challenged Leos to stop fucking with me. I just... no.
The week before my vacation started, and no I don't remember which day nor do I wish to look it up, a cute guy comes through my line at work and asks in a very chill way if I'd let him take me to lunch sometime. And because I've decided what the hell, let's try NOT being a complete social outcast of my own making, I agreed and gave him my number. He passed the next test when I told him I wouldn't get back to him for few hours because I don't keep my phone on me at work so uh, blowing up the number wouldn't be wise. He just sent a text or two and didn't melt down when I didn't immediately get back to him.*
So we text back and forth for awhile, even throughout my vacation and while a few yellow flags did come up, it's not like it's his fault he's a Leo. (It is, however, his fault he didn't ever ask when my birthday was, but ehhh.) Sunday, we chat on the phone for about an hour and there comes a moment or three where I'm mentally like, yeah, no, but not in a "my god, what the fuck is wrong with this guy" way.** More in a kind of not really expecting to hear from him again way. But he ends the call with a vague promise to try and set something up before I go back to work. Again, my dude, that's Wednesday, but ok. As one of those people who can thrive on cancelled plans, I don't put too much stock in that, and that's good because nothing gets set up or, as far as I can tell, attempted. But we do text, and if you're like, "but I thought you said nah, I'm good" I am attempting to shake off years of social awkwardness, so I kinda need some practice and again, nothing that really hit the WTF meter. I can be a judgy little crab and it was nice chatting with someone who did grow up here that I didn't know before. At some point the texts lag a bit and I figure this is where he's going to politely dip out and ghosting here would've been fine. We've had multiple moments where had he gone poof, it would've been fine, ok? Just those moments where you might realize oh, no, this just isn't a connection and that's fine.
But nope, he doubles down and on Thursday night before work I get a message about him wanting to stop by on one of my breaks and we could hang out, have some food. I do the social panic and then agree because what the hell, why not. He does reply to this, btw. I reply to that and then keep my phone on me because duh. Midnight comes and goes, my break comes and goes, and nothing.
Nothing.
I hear nothing until this morning when I checked my phone maybe 20 minutes ago and realize I have a missed call and two texts from him last night, asking if he could swing by work then.
My good dude, what the fuck. To be fair, I did re-read the Thursday text and it didn't specify it was that night, just sometime, but I feel like then going absolutely radio silent for 95% of the weekend (I figure 9pm on a Sunday is probably 5% of a weekend if we're being generous, let's not really do math) erases any of that goodwill.
...the fuck. I'd honestly written him off as just being weird in his ghosting timing but this is almost worse. At least if he ghosted, that'd be the end of it. o_O
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*I still remember the dude who either looked me up on FB or I gave my number to, I don't remember which, who lost his goddamn mind when I didn't get back to him ASAP. My good dude, I was at work. I immediately blocked him when I finished reading through all the messages, of which there were many and they were increasingly unhinged.
** Not like, say, the guy who went on a texting spree that culminated in a shirtless photo of him cradling a gun. Immediate block for you, too, my dude.
The week before my vacation started, and no I don't remember which day nor do I wish to look it up, a cute guy comes through my line at work and asks in a very chill way if I'd let him take me to lunch sometime. And because I've decided what the hell, let's try NOT being a complete social outcast of my own making, I agreed and gave him my number. He passed the next test when I told him I wouldn't get back to him for few hours because I don't keep my phone on me at work so uh, blowing up the number wouldn't be wise. He just sent a text or two and didn't melt down when I didn't immediately get back to him.*
So we text back and forth for awhile, even throughout my vacation and while a few yellow flags did come up, it's not like it's his fault he's a Leo. (It is, however, his fault he didn't ever ask when my birthday was, but ehhh.) Sunday, we chat on the phone for about an hour and there comes a moment or three where I'm mentally like, yeah, no, but not in a "my god, what the fuck is wrong with this guy" way.** More in a kind of not really expecting to hear from him again way. But he ends the call with a vague promise to try and set something up before I go back to work. Again, my dude, that's Wednesday, but ok. As one of those people who can thrive on cancelled plans, I don't put too much stock in that, and that's good because nothing gets set up or, as far as I can tell, attempted. But we do text, and if you're like, "but I thought you said nah, I'm good" I am attempting to shake off years of social awkwardness, so I kinda need some practice and again, nothing that really hit the WTF meter. I can be a judgy little crab and it was nice chatting with someone who did grow up here that I didn't know before. At some point the texts lag a bit and I figure this is where he's going to politely dip out and ghosting here would've been fine. We've had multiple moments where had he gone poof, it would've been fine, ok? Just those moments where you might realize oh, no, this just isn't a connection and that's fine.
But nope, he doubles down and on Thursday night before work I get a message about him wanting to stop by on one of my breaks and we could hang out, have some food. I do the social panic and then agree because what the hell, why not. He does reply to this, btw. I reply to that and then keep my phone on me because duh. Midnight comes and goes, my break comes and goes, and nothing.
Nothing.
I hear nothing until this morning when I checked my phone maybe 20 minutes ago and realize I have a missed call and two texts from him last night, asking if he could swing by work then.
My good dude, what the fuck. To be fair, I did re-read the Thursday text and it didn't specify it was that night, just sometime, but I feel like then going absolutely radio silent for 95% of the weekend (I figure 9pm on a Sunday is probably 5% of a weekend if we're being generous, let's not really do math) erases any of that goodwill.
...the fuck. I'd honestly written him off as just being weird in his ghosting timing but this is almost worse. At least if he ghosted, that'd be the end of it. o_O
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*I still remember the dude who either looked me up on FB or I gave my number to, I don't remember which, who lost his goddamn mind when I didn't get back to him ASAP. My good dude, I was at work. I immediately blocked him when I finished reading through all the messages, of which there were many and they were increasingly unhinged.
** Not like, say, the guy who went on a texting spree that culminated in a shirtless photo of him cradling a gun. Immediate block for you, too, my dude.