Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Riding in cars with boys
Why I answered my phone when he called again, I don't know. But anyway, he seemed different than when I knew him back then, so I told him we could go on another date when I got back from my parents'. I figured maybe he'd call or send a message a couple times before I got back and leave it at that.
Oh no. He's been calling me everyday for the past week. I even told him not to call when he said that he would call me the next day. He keeps calling. And we don't really know each other well enough to talk everyday for extended amounts of time.
He even offered to buy a plane ticket and drive back with me to Provo when I come back. I'm pretty sure he bought it before he even asked, and I just hope it's refundable.
The call that takes the cake was last night, though. Since I had run out of things to say to him, I blurted out that I really wanted a corndog. He wasn't picking up on my hints that I wanted to go look for one and stop talking... From there, he starts talking about ketchup. He said that it was a solid. I pause for a second...
"No, it's not. It's a liquid with little bits of tomato in it."
"No, you're wrong. It's a solid."
"Uh...I can look it up on my phone right now. I guarantee you it's a liquid." I looked it up. It's a liquid with little bits of tomato...just like I said. I didn't gloat or anything I just confirmed that it's liquid.
"Did you really just call me a know-it-all?" He tries to laugh it off like he was just joking, but I could tell his man-pride was injured. I'm sickened at this point.
"I'm Kait, and I know everything! Hahaha!" Ugh.
He changes the subject to when I come back to Provo and all the stuff he's already planned for us to do. I just got sicker. I explain that I'm signed up for classes, and I'm going to have lots of work to do, and plus, I'm getting ready to apply for an out-of-state internship in the Fall. He starts freaking out. He sounds like he's going to cry.
"You mean you're only going to be in Provo for a couple months?!"
"Yeah, maybe. Nothing is for sure."
He starts grilling me with questions about all the details of me possibly leaving, then he starts demanding that I get an internship in Utah.
My answer: NO
"Uh...just to let you know, you and I are not in a relationship. You don't dictate my life choices to me. As a matter of fact, I don't even know you well enough to be talking to you everyday on the phone. I sure as heck don't know you well enough to ride in car trapped with you all day on a road trip. Oh, PS...it was ME who was clingy?! I don't think so!"
Click, I hung up.