Not much went on this past weekend, except a lot went on. No evening plans were created. Which is what happens when everyone I know is out of town. But I ended up having a lovely weekend full of wine, food and friends.
Albeit the wine and food were had by myself and my friend from Capetown (CPT) and I chatted. The time difference makes conversation difficult during the week. My Friday 7pm is his Saturday 4am – or something like that. So he’s drunk and I’m starting to enjoy a glass of wine apres work. We text using What’sApp and it’s pretty good convo. I do wish that we either lived in the same city or the same time zone. Would make conversing easier. Hell it would make the choice of whether to date easier. For now the choice is made for us.
Saturday was random. Biked to the beach and met a friend or two to play some beach volleyball during the day with overcast skies and a drizzle of rain here and there. Quite frankly perfect for beach weather. But then the evening was weird. I don’t think I can even explain it. But I’ll try.
Ran into Jaques at the sailing club after volleyball and then had a beer. The convo was weird. I was flustered because of English (I know…what? this is complicated) and I may have mentioned it. Why not? We are no longer dating. The topic got funny though…because some how he asked the question:
Him – “Do you think I’m a manwhore?”
Me. Without missing a beat. “Yes”
Him – ……”I am not!” with a laugh
Me. laughing “I kid”. but i don’t.
And then I ended up with crabs. No. Not those kind of crabs. THESE kind of crabs…
Fresh crab boiling in the pot.
from the guys at the club who have a crab trap out. Jacques ended up with 2 and I ended up with 2. And then Jacques drove me home as I was puzzled how to cycle with 2 live crabs hanging off my handle bars.
For some reason I didn’t fully exhaust my friend list and I ended up boiling, cleaning and eating two full sized crab for dinner. Which did take the better part of three hours and I did drink some white wine. Thank god for youtube and instructional video on how to clean and break open a crab!
Sunday I ended up on the phone with my best friend who resides in the flood zone of Cowtown and ensuring her safety and going out to the sailing club to get a good sail in. Getting more practice at the helm! It was definitely nice to get some practice.
After sailing it got weird.
Drinks and nachos on the patio seemed decent. Then people started to leave. My friend Em showed up so I stayed and chatted with her. And Jacques stayed. Which, is the weird part.
Then. The reason why Jacques stayed showed up.
This girl showed up. She is lovely. In fact, ultimately, she and I hit it off. However, I had to endure watching him flirt with her. And be nice to her. Because of late all he does is pick on me. It’s getting old. I just want to slap him. But I don’t.
Let me clarify – picking on me with comments such as:
“It’s all Jewels fault” – umm huh? no.
“See…she complains all the time” – to which I respond what am I complaining about? to which he had no response.
And not just once or twice. Multiple times. Trying to be funny. It got old. Not to mention the cutting me off in mid story/sentence. Quite frankly I had enough.
And then when we are one on one. He doesn’t say anything. It’s like pulling teeth to have a decent conversation.
Well the girl and I went back to her place where she and I had a glass of wine and some left overs for dinner. THEN I became a flood gate because I am so fed up with Jaques. I should preface by saying the girl asked wtf is between you two. I don’t lie. But I didn’t omit. And I should have censored. I was a flood gate. I have kept this stuff away from the common knowledge of the club. Because like any environment if your personal life infiltrates it becomes food for the gossips. And I’d like to stay single and anonymous. But I’ve failed. I will however remain inevitably single. I said to the girl it’s been over four months since we kinda resolved whatever we were doing. He’s not mine, never was, I just wish he would stop being a jerk to me, because it’s not warranted.
Later I did text Jacques and ask what is deal was and if I did something to piss him off that he keeps picking on me or if its’ just my imagination.
Him: “It’s just your fertile imagination”
Me: “Fertile? Really. How does one text and convey an eye roll?”
So THAT’s a fun place to leave things. WTF does that mean? anyone?
I want Jacques to just bugger off. Leave me be. Stop picking on me. Stop sitting with me especially if I annoy him so much. Just walk away. I’m not going to take it personally. In fact the truth would be welcomed. Obviously I still have something unresolved with him. We don’t mesh well. I’m clumsy, messy and completely whatever. He’s orderly, ocdish, minimalist. Personality. I want to smack him half the time. He uses racist terminology at times. He complains. Everyone complains. Fucker. Look in the mirror.
I either love or hate. Wishy washy drives me insane. I have no patience. Passion. Ultimately we don’t mesh, but I need to not want to smack him when I see him. Or rip his head off.
Too bad he’s a good kisser and good looking. And knows it.
Alternatively, I can leave the table and avoid him. And quite frankly I would. If I didn’t need a ride home half the time because the 40 min bike ride seems really challenging or I have crabs. He can be useful.
Tuesday night…I was able to ask Jacques in person what his deal was. APPARENTLY i was annoying because I was monopolizing the convo.
Well…if that’s how you feel, fine. but you had no right to through my personal stuff into the convo and be rude
(did I forget to mention he basically made me sound like a slut because of English? Which is my fault because I didn’t quite explain).
“you didn’t need to be rude. You never need to be rude. It’s not nice.”
“I”m not a nice guy” said…admist laughter.
UGH. If I eye rolled any harder my eyes would have to be knocked from the back of my head.
I texted him later.
Look. If I’m annoying you in that way again…say something “let the girl get a word in!” and I”ll take heed. Don’t throw my personal stuff as a reason. I told you that stuff in confidence because I thought we were friends.
AND in my head, and we were dating at one point you fucking asshole so you know more than most would.
I got no response. Haven’t even seen him. I have no expectations. This weekend should be interesting.