Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Low-Esteemed Comic

A former classmate from Second City invited me to a special show commemorating his second anniversary as a stand-up comedian. A low-key night at a comedy club sounded like the perfect segue back into dating after the Skinny Seth Rogen catastrophe.

I decided to invite The Comedian, who had recently been checking in on me. I called him up and our conversation reminded me of all the things I loved about him. He apologized for his behavior on our second date, claiming that nerves got the best of him (been there) and added that he felt like things weren’t over between us.

As soon as we hung up however, The Comedian reminded me once again of the reasons why we were no longer dating. He tried to meet up with me sooner, suggesting we have dinner on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday before the show. “I’m falling for you,” he texted the week leading up to our date. “I can’t wait to make you my girlfriend.” He even went as far as suggesting we get drinks after the show and I sleep over his place.

On Saturday, The Comedian sent me a text message inviting me to go barhopping with him and his friend who had just flown into town from Texas. I asked if our date was still on and The Comedian passively noted that he hadn’t seen his friend in forever and that he wanted to hang out with him before he flew back home...

TIME OUT!!!!
How are you going to spend the week prior to the show building me up, bragging about what a fun time we're going to have and then pull this kind of shit? Did you honestly expect me to believe that you had NO idea your best friend was flying into town... from Texas??? You waited until the last possible minute not only to cancel, but also to suggest I play third wheel on your guy’s night out?!?! I don't think so!

To any guys reading this entry thinking that I may be blowing things out of proportion, put yourself in my place. If you asked a girl out on a date and she spent the week leading up to it telling you she couldn't wait to see you, and then invited you to go watch Dear John with her best friend who just happened to fly into town the weekend of your date, you'd be pissed. You'd feel disrespected, like you were Plan B in case things with the bff didn't pan out.

Well I'm nobody's Plan B and there's no faster way to earn my wrath than to treat me like I'm dispensable. Later that night, when The Comedian tried to check in, I told him to lose my number.

::CONFIDENCE REGAINED::

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