Rambling in Chicago

Well, I'm still in Chicago, and I'm still alive (though my wallet is crying Uncle at every stop), so I guess I'm two for two.

In the news of bizarre happenings in my life, I have a short story...

About two years ago, I dated a guy for about six months, and it totally didn't work out...maybe it had something to do with two basic problems in our relationship.

Problem one: I met him at work. No, we didn't work together or anything--he just happened to be working out of my office suite for a few months. After we started dating, he got weird about seeing people we both knew from my office in public because he thought that his job was in jeopardy due to the fact that we met at my office. In other circumstances, it would have been feasible that his concerns were founded, but as things stood, it was completely laughable. If he saw someone that would know me and have the potential of knowing him, we would leave wherever we were IMMEDIATELY. Mid-meal or whatever. GRR.

The second, and more major of the problems was the fact that every time I went to his house (which didn't occur until we'd dated for quite a while because he was weird about it), he would be watching golf or basketball on TV (usually golf. UGH.). This doesn't normally bother me, but I'm a pretty affectionate person, and it just doesn't work for my ego when I walk into someone's house who I'm supposedly dating and he (a) doesn't kiss me hello--not even a peck on the cheek, (b) says "Hi" as he turns his back to me to (c) go back to watching golf on TV. Once we reached point (c), whether I was in the house or not was immaterial. I could read a book for all he cared that I was around. I don't consider myself vain, but I can't say that I like it when a guy that I'm dating completely ignores my existence when I'm in the same room with him on a repeated basis. This became a bone of contention until one day, I went to pick up my car at his house after going to see a musical downtown with mom (because he was NOT at ALL interested in anything that I am), knocked on the door to let him know that I was leaving but would be willing to chat for a bit. He ignored me as usual, so I left. He followed me outside and stood in his driveway asking me what was wrong. ...I ended up leaving and have not heard from him since. Not at all. Not an email, no phone call, NOTHING.

Until today. Sitting in the library in Chicago, I checked my work email, and wouldn't you know it...and email from him. Holy shit. I thought he was dead or something.



I wonder what he wants now?