Really Not Funny

No call back nothing. The next day he texted, relativity late. It read, 'Dinner later....playing golf.' I gave him the invariable courtesy he gave me the night before. I did not respond. My plan was to to lie, to tell him no, I had plans. This went well in my mind, until he called. Was there a reason I should sit at home by myself, when I could have free dinner, drinks and sex? I felt I didn't need to make my point that bad!

When Jew Boy arrived, there was no kiss, no you look hot or the like. This should have been an indication of how the night would end, but I chose to remain naive. At dinner, there was a strong exchange of conversation between his friends and I. They were interested in me and I in them. There were times during the night when apparently Jew Boy thought I had lost the ability to speak for myself, answering questions for me. Dick.

When it came time to pay for the meal, he informed me that he forgot his card. Really fucker? He had inched out onto some kind of limb and believed this would be a comical joke to employ in front of his friends. Not really, no laughs here. Actually, the only half-way amusing part was, I would have been glad to pay for any outing because he had always made treating me a priority. I didn't get the joke, didn't think it was funny in the least, but Jew Boy appeared to get his needed laugh.

The night continued to move in the direction of downhill, as we moved from the restaurant to the bar. We were forced to sit close, but there was no touching or laughing. There were only a few self-absorbed comments, referring to how cool he was and how everything I liked generally sucked. It was in these moments when I found Jew Boy not only shallow, but extremely immature for an over thirty male. When the group was leaving, Jew Boy didn't bother to ask if I was ready, we just left. Apparently courtesy was too much to ask for this night. I wasn't ready to go, I wanted to more to drink. I needed to drown him away, at least for the night.

I continued my drinking ritual when back at my house. When I extended the offer to him, he didn't want anymore saying, "I am done for the night, do you have a problem with me not drinking?" Actually, I did have a problem, but it had absolutely nothing to do with drinking or not.

I laid it all out telling him the night was terrible for me due to his stupid fucking jokes and complete lack of compassion. He said that I had apparently misunderstood. Like I didn't have enough intelligence to determine clues from his shallow personality? He continued saying that he was not making fun of me, just having fun with me. That was a very fine line. One that I felt he crossed all night, on purpose. I ended the conversation by saying he seemed disinterested in me all night. He explained that was not true, "I was just tired."

Really? Is that the same type of excuse as "I have a headache?" Apparently not because we did have sex.