pollo, part dos updated 06/29/09

against my better judgement, I accepted a second date with the chicken guy. we met up last night at one of my favorite mexican restaurants. i should have turned right around when i walked in and saw his t-shirt. it had squirrels on it and said something about sticking big salty nuts in your mouth.... yeah.... so whatever, i ordered a huge beer, ate some yummy food. the conversation was ok but he was staring at me in an unnerving way and i began to realize more and more that he reminds me of my ex. not a good thing. about halfway through dinner he was fiddling with his phone and stated that his ex has been calling and texting him to get together for a "hike", and that she keeps trying to contact him. he then proceeded to take a call from her. at the table. in front of me. he told her he was in the middle of a date - how sweet of him - and would talk to her later. AWKWARD

after dinner he was whining about having driven in from batavia just for a meal (although if you recall i drove all the way out there last time to see him). i told him i had to check on the dogs and if he wanted he could come over and put in a movie. why i bothered at that point is beyond me, but dinner was a little pricey and i figured i could always mace him if he got out of control. we got to my place and he handed me a bouquet of wilted wildflowers he had apparently forgotten were in his truck for me. i give him the tour of the house and he kept trying to get in my space to initiate a kiss. i repeatedly ducked him, told him to get a beer and pick a movie while i let the dogs out. i sat on the opposite end of the sofa when the movie began so he moved over to be next to me, put his arm around me and kept trying to rub my face and turn my head to kiss him. so the battle to dodge his affection began...

at the end of the movie i got up to let the dogs out again and go change out of my work clothes. he came outside with me and pushed me on my back on the porch so he could get on top of me and kiss me. i ducked him again and told him he was hurting me and pushing me into the floor. we went back inside where i washed my hands and he came up behind me and pressed against my back and ground my hips into my slate countertops. i asked him why he enjoys trying to hurt me and told him to back off.

the dogs were fighting upstairs so i went up to investigate. he followed me and tried again to push me down on the bed. i told him i wasn't feeling it and that he should leave. he made some whiny attempts to manipulate me into feeling bad for him but I don't fall for that nonsense. he said he had to go and went into a whole accusatory monologue about how he knew i was going to have someone else come over after him, i wasted his time and who is it gonna be tonight, etc etc etc. so i told him to leave faster. he tried to kiss me goodnight but i pushed him towards the door and he slammed it on his way out.

so this morning, i got texts from him wishing me a good day. when i got to work he was trying to IM me. he sent me a message about last night and said he was "over it already" and doesn't stay mad.

ok.... he doesn't stay mad..... why exactly was he mad at me?? because i didn't let him use me?
So i told him that it's typically not a good idea to take calls at the dinner table on a date, especially when it's your ex calling. and i explained to him that i wasn't interested and i made that quite clear last night, that it's not my problem he can't get himself laid and that even though he's able to quickly "forgive and forget" me wasting his night, i don't just get over guys that act like douchebags and treat me that way and he would probably be better off to lose my number because he's not getting anything from me. ever.

then he told me all about how he went on another date last night after me with another girl from POF, told me her name and where she lives. I KNOW HER!!!! my next call was to A to let her know he was with me before her and to steer clear because the guy is trouble. she had plans with him for sunday - she cancelled and she and i are going for a drink instead. he texted me about a half hour later "wow, way to be a bitch! who is immature now? grow up and deal with someone doing to you what you do to others!" i blew him a kiss back and he wrote "haha can we still be friends? we both pull the same shit. just sucks that it happened to eachother..."

you know how you sometimes get a funky vibe about someone and you can't quite figure out what bothers you about them but you know something's just not on the up and up??? that's your intuition. listen to it. that guy you have a feeling is an asshole is actually a mega-asshole and not worth your time. move on to the next one. goodness knows there are a bajillion others out there. at least i got some yummy mexican food out of him.