Angry Will

I was corresponding with a writer named Will for a while. He was ok, until I went grocery shopping one night without checking with him first.

It went like this:

We had arranged to talk on the phone, but we didn't set a specific time. I just said the kids would be with Dad, so I would have some free time to talk. He called me at 6:00, 6:30, and 7:30. I left work at 5:30 and took the kids to play therapy and then to Dad's. Then I did some food shopping. I got home at 8:30. I saw that he had called and I didn't want him to think I was blowing him off, so I called him back as soon as I got in. But I didn't listen to his messages first.

Anyway, he sounded very annoyed. It took a while to talk him down. He said something like that he thought I was playing head games. I assured him that I'd had to pick up some stuff at the grocery store, that it was my first chance to run errands.

He seemed argumentative, even when I agreed with him. He commented that my "thought patterns are kind of unusual" and that it was "a strange experience" talking to me.

I really didn't know what to make of that. Mister, if you think it's strange talking to me on the phone, you should hang out with me on a Saturday night. I'll blow your fucking mind.

He finally asked, "Am I making you uncomfortable or nervous?" I told him he wasn't, but that maybe we'd gotten off on the wrong foot with the misunderstanding about when I'd be in. The truth of it was that I was very uncomfortable and didn't even want to meet him. He sounded like a big whining sissy who wanted to pick a fight. Anyway, I made plans to meet him thinking I would probably break them. I got off the phone with him and listened to the three (count 'em) messages he'd left.

#1 - Hi. You're not there. I guess I am calling too early. Oh well. I will try later. Click.

#2 - Wow. This is weird. You're not there. You said you'd be home. Ok. Wow. I wonder what's going on here? Whatever. Click.

#3 - OK. I'm trying again and you're not home. I guess you're playing head games with me or something. Do you have some kind of drinking problem? Is that what you meant when you said that you had a dark side? I guess you're drunk right now. OK. Well, this is the last time I'm calling. Click.

Yeah.

The email shove-off:

Will,

I just got a chance to listen to your phone messages and I am uncomfortable about getting together on Saturday. I am going to pass on the opportunity to meet you.

Please do not contact me again.

Rhetorical question of the day: Where *are* all the good guys?

Answer:

1. They are young.
2. They are married.
3. They are deceased.

I would really rather be alone, or with a cat.