Get over me please

LegalSeafoods is an incredibly charming and handsome man. He's well-read and funny, and he's a bartender. How could I resist a man who works his butt off to provide the precious nourishment that is alcohol.

We had a rocky start to our short-lived relationship. I met him on his birthday. He was late. I knew where he worked, so after waiting for about 30 minutes I gave up but didn't give in. I "wandered" right over to his restaurant and chatted up the hostess. I asked if she could give me his number. For security reasons, she couldn't disclose his info. I explained he was supposed to meet me for a date, but didn't show. After much prodding, she finally called him for me. There was no answer.

By this point, much of the front of the house staff was at the hostess stand. Having worked in a restaurant, I know how much servers LOVE gossip. When LegalSeafoods didn't answer nor called back within the next 5 minutes, I officially gave up. But of course I had to exact the tiniest, teansiest bit of revenge. Upon exiting the restaurant I thanked everyone for all of their help and asked them if they could do me a favor.

"Next time you see LegalSeafoods, please be sure to tell him thank you for standing me up."

Did I mention most of the staff were women?

As I walked out of the restaurant, guess who called me to tell me he wasn't too far from our original meeting point? I told him I left after 30 minutes, but I just walked out of his restaurant. I was starving and on my way to get some food if he wanted to join me. He did, but he told me to wait by his restaurant because he wanted to quickly run in and get his check. We met, he ran in, he ran right out... apparently a bunch of people were giving him a hard time for standing me up.

We both had a laugh and that was the beginning of our relationship.

A month later it was my birthday and I had told him that a friend of mine would be visiting from NYC. I had planned this visit before we met, and it was someone I was sorta involved with. Not a boyfriend, but a friends with benefits... very good benefits. I told LegalSeafoods if he didn't want me to have my friend visit, I would promptly call and cancel. I did this several times before my birthday. LegalSeafoods appreciated my honesty and assured me he was absolutely fine with my friend's visit.

This was the point where I knew we were not going to last. Telling me you're was fine with an FWB visiting is the same as telling me you're just not that into me.

After my birthday, LegalSeafoods wasn't fine. He expected me to NOT hook up with my FWB. I told him he was crazy to expect that. He had plenty, PLENTY of opportunities to tell me that he was uncomfortable. Acting like he was fine is the equivalent of lying. To blame me is pathetic, and I promptly dumped him.

A week later we got back together. He apologized. I apologized. We were together again, but of course I kept my distance... and went out on plenty of dates. He knew this, and he made it clear that he didn't like it since he wasn't seeing anyone else. After weeks of trying to make me feel bad, he finally stepped up and asked for what he wanted... exclusivity.

I was skeptical, but I agreed. A few hours later I found out that he HAD been seeing other people the entire time we were together.

Why ask me to be exclusive when you KNOW I don't care for it? Why lie to me about yourself when you know I have trust issues?

I promptly dumped him... for the second time.

He begged and begged to have me back. He admitted everything. I forgave him, but I would only try again after he did one thing for me.

I asked him to get tested... a very simple thing to do.

He wouldn't do it. I made appointments. I set time aside to meet him. He never showed. I nagged. I hate nagging but I did it. I also refused sex until it was done.

After about a month, he finally did it... or so he said he did. I asked for the written results. He refused. I asked to see his hospital card. He didn't have one.

You cannot get anything done at Massachusetts General Hospital without a blue card. LIAR LIAR LIAR.

Third and final dump.

It's been a year and a half since I last saw him. For a year and half he has been trying to make conversation online. More recently he has been trying to get together. He has a girlfriend and he STILL wanted to hang out with me.

How powerful.

I made plans. I broke plans. I wore him down until he admitted he was pathetic. An idiot. A fool. The truth. A sincere apology.

A weight lifted off my shoulders, and I could finally be his friend... or at least try. We met for lunch the other day, and everything went really well. We laughed, joked, caught up. He paid.

As we were parting, he hugged me and told me he didn't want to let go. He asked me to come back to his place to continue talking...

HA

Goodbye Legalseafoods. I'm not a challenge. I'm impossible. Get over me please... for your sake.