The One Who Left Me On A Curb

FLASHBACK FRIDAY!

Once again, I have encountered another relation-shit.

How they keep finding me, I have no idea. 

But hey, at least it makes for good stories. 

Am I right?

It all started while I was visiting a friend in Northern California. 

I met (what I thought) was the "perfect guy." 

An anti-relation-shit. 

Someone who would break the trend I am so good at following.

We hit it off after we realized our mutual love and obsession for Eminem

(the rapper, not the candy),

and we knew we would get along just fine.

Plus he was not horrible to look at and had my same sarcastic humor.
The kind most guys just can't keep up with.

So while my friend was at work, this boy was nice enough to hang out with me. 

We went to the local dairy farm and got some ice cream. 

So far so good with this one,
but then he gets a call from his ex...

He told me they broke up a few months ago and 

that she has things he wanted back. 

Well, this was THAT call. 

He picked up with an awkward, 

[I really need to take this call, but I feel bad leaving you, 
but I kind of have no choice] 
look on his face. 

Since I am sooo easy going, 

I said "It's all good, I'll just chill here."

So he walked across the street to have the, 
"give me my shit back" talk. 

While I sat on the curb. 

Eating my ice cream.

Alone.

For 20 minutes.

For whatever reasons beyond my recollection at this point, 
I continued to hang out with this boy. 

Apparently being ditched on a curb, alone, 
will not raise a red flag to me anymore.

I guess I must be getting use to this whole relation-shit thing,

so much so that I don't even realize I am in one until it's too late.

Should have seen that puppy comin'...

{for those that are just tuning in} 
{Flashback Friday posts are from my former Relation-Shits blog, thus a nice little flashback!}