By all accounts TJ and I would be super compatible. He was Jewish, but still the kind of guy that would piss my mom off. He was covered in tattoos which I found extremely hot, was in a band, was a bartender and an artist, oh yeah and he lived at home with his parents.
So no one is perfect.
I told him we would go out at night, at a time to-be-announced, after I got home from work, around three. At four o’clock he calls me, and I tell him that I am just about to get ready. He tells me that he is here, here meaning at my house…right now.
I had just gotten out of the shower, dripping wet.
I give him this information, thinking that he would say “That’s fine, I’ll just kill time until you’re ready,” but no he insists on coming in.
I figure I’ll go with it because “Hey, I can be spontaneous too,” even though the girly-girl part of me was sobbing on the inside for his ruining of the mystique.
I let him in, hiding behind the door and I tell him that “I look horrible.” “I don’t normally have guests in my house when I’m in this state”. He says that I don’t look horrible at all.
Points for him.
He lays on my bed and plays with my cats like he is an old friend that has been in my apartment a thousand times. I had mixed feelings about that.
We go to a local rock music venue and have a great time chatting, drinking, and flirting. We run into some of his friends and then run into some more of his friends, all according to him that he hadn’t seen in forever.
He drops me off and we agree to brunch in the morning.
Except he doesn’t make it to brunch the next day. He calls me that day around the time that we had the date, 24 hours ago and tells me that he was out partying the night away after he dropped me off. He had slept in, like 4 hours too late.
He said he really did want to go to brunch with me.
I said no more chances.
Damn bad boys.
Tags: Tattooed Jew
