Bobby McGee Part 2

Part 2

"You know feeling good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee." ~ Janis Joplin...such a talented lady. Think she'd know that her lyric would be used in conjunction with my dating existence? She'd probably buy me a drink if she heard about this guy!

It was when Bobby decided to pick up the phone and call me that things changed for what I thought was the better. His humor was right on, dry sarcastic, definitely a good match with mine. At the end of the conversation he asked if he could come over to my place. I explained to him that the first time we met, it'd be better to meet in a public place, I mean, I could be a crazy person right? (plus its one of my rules, I don't break that one for sure!)  He agreed and he made a date for us to go get ice cream the following Sunday afternoon. We flirted, texted and called a few times since making the date and then came Sunday afternoon.  I asked him where and when I should meet him...he mysteriously had to work but offered again, to come over to my place and "help me" since I'd been working on my house that weekend. Graciously, no thank you, I was looking forward to ice cream and for those of you that know me, I am easily bribed to do almost anything for some mint chocolate chip ice cream.  When you have ice cream on the brain, its hard to turn that delicious anticipation off. Needless to say, I ended up working on my house that afternoon rather than having ice cream.

A few days go by of random texts that he wanted to meet me in person and that he really liked me, felt that even if we weren't dating, he'd want to just be friends because I make him feel inspired. I told him "If you want to meet me so badly, pick a day, time and place I'll be there".  Plans for the following Wednesday at Claim Jumper for happy hour. Appearing as requested at the time he picked of 6pm, I sat at the bar and waited. At 6:20pm I headed out, once again the "Queen of Getting Stood Up". A phone call at 7pm from  him indicated he was sorry, he had to work late and he could come over to my place and make it up to me. Um...didn't we go over this already? What part of "You are not coming over until I meet you in public first" don't you understand? He apologized profusely and tried to once again get in my social graces. Maybe next time he could tell me beforehand that work was going to keep him from arriving. Doesn't a text message along those lines take a whole 25 seconds to compose and send? Lets just say when he called me the following Sunday to try again and was graciously shot down (don't want to bruise any ego's here right?) he got upset, told me I was being cranky and hung up on me.

Woe is me! Whatever will I do without a crazy guy who stands me up in my life? Oh I know! Keep on living the good life, thankful we're not together and I'm not headed to the funny farm in the process! One more bullet dodged, Amen