A Hello MIGHT Have Killed Him

OH. MY. GOD.

Yes, I had to start the post off by saying that.
THIS MAN CEASES TO AMAZE ME.
Who else do you think I am speaking of?
Take a wild guess...

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I get to the salsa party at the Empire State building (this should be your first clue as to who I am referring to), everyone and their mother is at this party. It is packed! Hard to walk, even more difficult to dance in. I make my way through the crowd greeting everyone I know along the way when I stumble upon a large group of people I know.

I stop completely to say my hello's. I am introduced to some people I have never formally met and there stands Scarf.

I know how to be civil, especially in such an adult environment. I said hello to everyone there. Everyone there knows Scarf and I are friends, they have seen us speak and dance before. The correct thing to do is to acknowledge the fact that he is standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.

In My World I ROCK: "Hey Scarf"
Scarf : rolls his eyes and gives me the "whats up" head bop without even looking at me.

This saggy skin, bad breath, balding 40 year old man needs to stop his shit. Seriously. I will no longer make the effort to be civil with him. I will treat him the way he wants to be treated, like he does not exist.

I have done NOTHING to him- I seriously do not understand... and I will stop trying to understand.

Scarves Are SEASONAL

HIS SEASON IS UP!

I was not even going to blog about this but this made me laugh, made my mom laugh, and I am pretty sure it might make you chuckle.

If you read my previous post you know that Scarf has opted OUT of this friendship.He was being short with me before I even found out he decided being my friend was not his cup of tea (apparently, I have nothing but looks... according to him)... I already knew if I ever saw him again it would be interesting. He did not disappoint.

Today he calls me and asks me if I will be home in an hour, he will be in the city and wanted to drop my stuff off.
I told him if I am not home, my mom will be so to swing by anyway. He request that I be there to make sure everything I need is there. We arrange a time and that was that.

He calls me when he arrives and I go outside. He walks out of his car as I approach (doesn't even look at me). I am already smiling to help myself from laughing... He opens his trunk and gives me his back, this entire time he has a serious face on. I pick up the box (without looking at his direction either, two can play this game), say thank you, and start to walk off.
I had forgotten my Dominican flag, he takes out of his trunk and says "here!" and hands it to me a little aggressively (mind you, both my hands are occupied carrying the box). I flex my fingers on the bottom that are holding the bottom of the box and take the flag.

The entire time we didn't make eye contact or say anything but "thank you" and "here". Some one watching this would have thought we were going through a bitter divorce or something, obviously him being the bitter one because I had a smile on my face the entire time.

Lord knows what I have done to this man. Maybe he has access to this blog and I don't know about it but I have not written anything that is not true here. Besides, this blog is titled MY SIDE OF THE STORY, if he is bitter and wants to tell his side he can start his own blog.

It's winter, it's cold, but people have made it without scarves for many many years. I can live without this behavior. So many clues were there, thankfully this time I actually paid attention.

You say Po-ta-toe, I say Po-ta-toh

The reason why I find this picture hilarious is because Facebook has almost gotten me in some shit. The ex fiance posted a picture of us kissing so that Fitness could see once. He was trying to fuck up my flow man! MOVING ON...

Today the ex fiance has asked to meet with me. He met me on my way to Dello Russo for my follow up appointment (read LASIK). What a mistake.

The first sign that this was going to be one of those: I took my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages.

Ex Fiance: so we are going to start with this again. You ignore me when you are with other people...

IMWIR: Ex Fiance please! Don't start...

After the appointment, on the crosstown bus back to the train... It starts. (FYI: he doesn't know Fitness and I are in a formal relationship). Ex Fiance begins with why I don't want to kiss him. I tell him we aren't together.

He brings up the cable bill (he took over paying the cable bill that is under my name and let the bill get up to $400) and how he is bothered that my mother keeps pushing me to call to make sure he has paid.

I tell him my mother is just looking out for my credit. Every week he says he paid and every week I get a phone call from time warner.
That turns into "your parents think I am an asshole, anything good I've done gets overshadowed by my mistakes".

IMWIR: you've made a lot of mistakes.

Ex Fiance: so have you.

IMWIR: ok, you have your opinions and I have mine. The past is the past, we can leave it there.

Ex Fiance: oh now you want to say the past is the past...

::tosses a bag to his left where I am sitting and it hits my face::

IMWIR: whatever EF... We are on a bus, we aren't together, we don't need to keep talking about this.

Ex Fiance: can I get my closure

IMWIR: sure

He tells me his ItalianMobFriend found Fitness already, to be ready for a world of hurt.
I do not respond to this.

He asks me if I love Fitness. I am NOT stupid, I know what this will turn into... I tell him ill talk about him and I. Not about Fitness and I.

He asked me if I have slept with Fitness. Not answering the question gave it away. I wasn't going to lie... I have slept with Fitness and IT IS AWESOME.

He tells me I could do way better then Fitness. I am still shut... I refuse to talk about this with him. He doesn't know Fitness and the reasons why I choose to dedicate my time to him. He is being bitter. I guess if I was in his shoes though so would I???

He asked me if it was about the money? And I told him that although he was a great provider I wouldn't put up with this for money... (We both lost a lot of money by not going through with the wedding)

He tells me he has broken his back for me and in the next relationship I am I need to be more understanding.

IMWIR: so when I'm constantly getting lied to I'm suppose to take it with a grain of salt?
Ex Fiance is getting pissed and tells me he wishes Fitness breaks my fucking heart so I can feel the pain that he is in. Whoever he ends up with next is going to be a lucky girl.

IMWIR: that's fucked up Ex Fiance. But its cool, I never wish any bad on you though. And yes you are right, whoever you end up with is a lucky girl.

Most of this conversation was him talking and me not responding.

He wishes Fitness can continue in his business with broken legs.

To this I chuckle.

He says he isn't kidding.

I tell him to tell ItalianMobFriend to look for me instead... If I was "cheating" it was my fault not Fitness.

He continues with his questions.I continue to not answer most, because I feel we have gone through this 20 times.

IMWIR: I am not going to keep doing this. This is mentally exhausting. Get what you need to say out and after this I'll go my way and you, please, go yours. Are you done?

This is where he turned it. Now it turned into the I love you so much, I hate myself for being in love with you stuff. Then he asked me if we can still sleep together.

Que BUZZER NOISE.

He waits for the train with me and keeps asking me for a kiss and tells me he is sorry and he loves me. At this point I will give everything I have for the train to come, I just want to get out of this situation.

He hits me up when I get back home like if this didn't just happen. I speak with Fitness and I am really contemplating changing my number.

Just so you guys see this up and down... I sent him a text reiterating that maybe we should just cut contact for a while, seeing and speaking to him is doing nothing good for me and obviously he cannot handle seeing me as just a friend. I wished him happiness and no more heartache.

Ex Fiance: I was being immature IMWIR. I understand about moving on. I do. But I have it in me to do so as your friend and it doesn't have to mean seeing less of you. My heartache is something I can cope with. IMWIR- you are still my best friend. IMWIR- you are a huge part of the person I am. And I want to see you quite a bit before my ship date, please.

(Oh did I forget to mention he said he is joining the army now? )... I will believe it when I see it, he says his ship date is in two weeks. The only reason I have a hard time believing this is because he just started a VERY good job (if it was about the money I would have stayed with him now that he is currently making over 150k).