In my last post I said the story with JMR was to be continued. Why, because I knew that it wasn’t going to end well. How did I know this? Because it’s FUCKING JMR that’s why!! A repeat offender does not a trustworthy person make. Yes I made that up.
I’m going to spare you on all the stupid details that I’m sure would anger you as much as they did me. After dinner at a prominent steak house outside of El Paso and a walk on Scenic Drive holding hands and shit. He promised that he’d be better at being more communicative and call instead of text. That he’d keep in touch at least once a day if this thing, this whatever it this is/was, was going to work. After he dropped me off that night and the rocky start to the evening, he promised and promised to do better.
As much as he promised it didn’t turn out that way. During dinner he had asked me to go with him to his 40th high school reunion. And lets be honest here I’m not into that kind of stuff because I haven’t been to one of my own at all. I said no three times and he kept trying to talk me into it and I sat there wondering why? So I agreed, this way I could maybe find out more about this elusive person sitting across from me at dinner.
Fast forward to the week of the dreaded reunion, which happened to be the following week. For the most part he kept in touch over that weekend and then his communications became sporadic and then on Weds they ceased all together. I attempted to start the dialog again to no avail, then I text him about the reunion and whether or not he would pick me up…..nothing. I text him again on Friday to ask again if he was going to pick me up……nothing. So I decided to call the motherfucker about this and he didn’t answer. So, this is how I concluded that JMR is a fucking flake, commitment phobe and narcist. Its been a week and a half and I’ve yet to hear from this asshole who tried so hard to convince me to give him a chance. All the while at dinner explaining that he’s been a lifelong bachelor raising his daughter as a single father. Never been married BUT was looking for someone to settle down with. How he planned to stay in the Marines and make it a career but came back to El Paso because his father got sick.
Listening to him explain why he was the way he was, I thought to myself what a load of shit. I don’t know what experience he’s been through or why he’s afraid of commitment, all I know is he can’t bullshit me. He did divulge that he became a single dad after a one-night stand with a former coworker, and that I believed. He said he didn’t even know he had a daughter until she was three years old. I suppose he thought that would gain him some sympathy or something. Well it didn’t, and again the entire time we were at dinner not once did he ask me about myself. Another red flag albeit a red flag I had seen before.
So, after showing up at my house and trying to convince me to go with him to dinner for an hour and 20 minutes that I made him wait outside and only talked to him over my video doorbell. And the dozen roses he had with him I gave in to his request to go to dinner. Yes, at this point I know it was a stupid move but he was very convincing about the entire “lets date I promise you won’t regret it” bullshit.
Since then I haven’t heard from him, he stood me up for the date we were suppose to go on to his stupid 40th high school reunion and I feel even dumber for letting him con me again. But I was relieved to not have to go with him to that stupid thing, I mean honestly why would he want me to go with him unless he had ulterior motives, right? At least that’s what I was thinking. But needless to say I blocked him on my phone and if the asshole wants to show up again at my door, I’m calling my son. Not the cops, my son. My youngest isn’t really happy with what JMR has done to me to this day, and he told me that if he comes over again and tries this shit, I should call him so he can come and “talk” to JMR in person. Which means that my 6’2, 237 lb, bodybuilder of a son will make sure he leaves me alone. And I’m okay with that.
On to something more interesting, an older livestock/agricultural instructor who’s a 6 ft tall cowboy, his truck bumping into my car and chemistry………..to be continued.
Until next time……this is the Huntress, saying…”Don’t be a Moth Around a Dim Yellow Bulb, Be a Moth to a Flame, Make it worth the Burn!”