boys are lame.

met a cool guy friday night.
friend of a friend.
hooked up, probably shouldn't have.
got his number because he couldn't find his phone.
told me to text him.
waited awhile and said
"good times last night - tiffany"
I figured it wasn't a question or a chessy
"here's my number ;)" line.
I left it open ended.
He hit me today around 4pm,
"what are you up to tonight."
I started to immediately overanalyze and think do I wait two hours to hit him back,
do I say I'm busy...
And then I thought, F it.
Ten minutes later
"not sure, no huge plans"
Hey I was honest.
Nothing back from him.
WTF.
Can't people have the decency to hit me back.
So two hours later I wrote
"What about you...wine?"
And nothing.

I don't understand people.
I don't understand people who suck at communication.
Especially people who I thought were more real.

Note to you:
I'm not trying to be up on your grill,
just trying to be myself.

When you do text me back, which I'm sure you will.
You just watch me play this damn fucking game,
right back with you.

for now, i'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
I go between having game and not giving a fuck.

Why? Because men can seriously suck.

Had to vent.

Whatever.