Weekly Wrap-up

So what's been going on in my life? I wish I knew LOL. This has definitely been an... interesting week, to say the least.

First, I get a text from a homie of mine about a guy we went to high school with. He wanted to know if I remembered the guy because apparently the guy asked him about me the night before when they spoke. This threw me a bit because while I did remember the dude, I also recall that he and I never had a conversation past "whats up" in the time we went to school together. The only reason he even knew who I was, as far as I could tell, was because I had a history with one of his boys who incidentally is NOT the guy who texted me. Our relationship was more of an obscure one, though it did exist. I can't even imagine why the guy would think he'd be the one to ask about me except in noticing that we're friends on FB. What made things even more confusing was that the guy seemed to be trying to hook us up, encouraging me to hit this guy up because he lives somewhat near me. Again, I barely spoke two words to this guy so.... but I hit him up like I said I would. It was about 5 days before he was on FB again and left me a note to call him (without the forethought to also leave his number lol) so at this point we still haven't connected but I'll admit I'm curious.

Then, which should be no surprise given my history, I'm hit up by somebody else I use to know back in the day. He's another person I never really spoke more than two words to but I guess we eyed each other enough. He was a hustler and part of a popular crew. Being the insightful person I like to think I've always been, I knew it was probably best to keep my distance. 20-some-odd years later, we're FB friends, so I was a little confused to get a second friend request from him. I accept and shoot him a message to find out what the deal was (you know there are weirdos out there who duplicate people's pages, request all that person's friends and subject them to all kinds of viruses and what not) and his response was that he wanted to call me. I allow it.

First off, I had no idea you could make a call to someone whose number you don't have via the FB app - you learn something new every day - but he called me that way. He said his first page had been hacked so he had to make a new one but he always liked me so when I hit him, he took advantage of the opening. I guess I get it, but here we go again, you know what I'm saying? In a then-pleasant turn of events though, we ended up talking for like 5 hours, the caveat being that the majority of that time was spent talking about his previous relationships (of which there were many) and his kids (of which there were many as well - 7 to be exact - WTF?) The second day we spent about 6 or 7 hours on the phone but by this time, I'm more intrigued by the things all his rambling is pumping into my profiling tank - I'm a psychologist to my very core - but in no way am I feeling like he and I could ever be a couple. Not only is he all wrong, both on and off paper, but he's in denial about all the reasons why. I found myself ignoring his calls the third day because he had become just too much by then. I also didn't know you could leave someone audio messages in the FB chat, but again, learning something every day. This fool left me audio after audio after audio - one-minute messages all basically saying the same thing: nothing much.

I think I took a 2-day break from him before I finally called him. First off, I was feeling kinda crappy all that weekend, still trying to recuperate from strep. Secondly, I was tired of him talking my head off about this past of his that he didn't seem to be able to stop going back to. I told him as much when I called and his response was that he was just trying to put everything on the table early so I wouldn't feel like he held out on me. I get it but some things should be left until after it is determined if there is even a connection or not. If I don't like you, nothing you say is going to matter, and I told him; I think you are a cool dude but we don't have a future. We could be friends - in truth, I think a lot of his draw to me was just having someone to talk to in a way he was never able to before - and though he said he was ok with that, he still talked like we were... on a road. He was writing me love poems in the chat window, sending me these romantic emes but where I finally rang the bell to get off was when he sent me the message about not hitting him up to say good night...

"Im sorry?" LOL

Dude was all in his feelings. Im like SON! We not even like that, why would you be expecting such things? Then he went into this "I like you more than you like me" pity party, at which time I had to remind him that I didn't like him at all in the way he was referencing. But he wont hear me when I say that. He's still convinced its just gonna take time. How do I get myself into these things??? Don't answer that LOL.

Something kinda scary happened the first night I spoke to dude too. I fell asleep around 11 or so, woke up to see I had missed his call and sent him a FB note that I'd talk to him tomorrow. It's about 1 am now. I lay back down and start falling back to sleep with my back to my bedroom door. Suddenly I'm hearing a little noise which isn't too uncommon - my upstairs neighbors sometimes sound like they are coming through the ceiling - but I'm home alone so I'm sharp. I hear someone in a bathroom - again not uncommon. My upstairs neighbors' apartment is made exactly like mine and when they flush and stuff you hear the water coming down the pipes in the wall. But this doesn't sound like that. This sounds too close, like its coming from one of MY bathrooms. I just don't feel right so I roll over toward the door and see my hall light is on. I'm like oh shit! I sit up in my bed in a bit of a panic and before I can move, here comes this nigga walking INTO MY BEDROOM! I immediately realize its my upstairs neighbor so while I'm still paralyzed, I'm not afraid - we know each other and he's a relatively harmless older guy. He sees me, stops, goes "Oh hey," and turns around and walks back out the room LOL. WTF??? I get up and follow him down the hall, through the kitchen and to the door. He says something like "Its alright, we're just trying to fix this hole in the wall out here." I follow him into the hallway between our apartments and there is NO damage to any of the walls. I'm so fucken confused at this point. He goes down the stairs to the front door and tells me don't worry about it, there's nothing wrong with the wall and goes outside. I stand there another minute before I go back inside, sit on my bed for about 5 minutes and then go back up front. From the window I see a cab pulling off and he doesn't appear to be outside anymore so I assume he's gotten into it and left. I knock on his apartment door wanting to speak to his wife or daughter but no one answers so I go back inside, lock the door and sit processing for about 10 minutes. What I can say definitively is that he didn't seem all there, like he had had way too many beers or something, but the idea that he wasnt in his right mind is even more disturbing. It's not long before I get back to sleep, because like I said, I wasn't afraid when I saw it was him, but I still want to know why he was in my house and how the fuck he got in. As I thought about it I realize there is a better than 50/50 chance that I left the door open because when I first came home from work that day, I was supposed to go right back out to take the garbage down but something happened to derail me and I may never have gone back to lock the door. The alternative to that would be that my neighbor has a key to my house which is very unsettling. I wait for the apology the next day - it never comes.

Nobody was home all day on the 4th but I see him coming in the next day and meet him in the hallway with a "look". First thing out his mouth is "I sleepwalk." Really, nigga? You sleepwalk? That's what you got for me? LOL He says he is so very sorry and he doesn't know how he got into my house and when he walked into my room he must have thought he was going into his room (same floor plan and all). He says he doesn't have keys. I am still confused by a lot of what happened but I am pretty sure he wasn't sleepwalking. My understanding of sleepwalking is that one cannot have coherent conversation in that state and also doesn't have the ability to demonstrate fine motor skills such as required for unlocking doors for example, and they also don't generally remember the event. That being said, I am still of the opinion that he was drunk. He was clearly shaken by my confronting him in the hall and I knew I wasn't going to get a better story out of him so I dismiss him and commit myself to taking it up with his wife when I see her, only I haven't seen her all week. I'm still waiting to run into her but you better believe she and I are going to have a chat. I don't think he understood the graveness of the situation - I coulda shot his ass and I would have been totally justified in doing so. SMH

Lastly the kicker of all kickers; who pops back up outta nowhere but my ex - the one in the navy. If you recall a couple years back, he got deployed and long story short, we didn't make it. The same morning I had to tell the other dude "its too early for this shit, my nigga" LOL I get to work and find an email from him in my inbox. He's sorry, he misses me, he misses us and he's still overseas. That was the gist of what he said but I didn't get the point of him saying it. After all, he was still overseas and the other issues that got in the way of the happy ending we both thought so inevitable were still unresolved. He says he didn't mean for it to be two years before he got back in touch but due to his assignment it was the first opportunity he had to do so. I had resigned myself to the idea that I'd never hear from him again so I was taken aback by his reemergence. He called later that night, we spoke, and it wasn't nearly as difficult as I would have expected it to be. I also didn't crumble into a heap of emotions like I would have expected. Guess I really am over it. There was some allusion to a reunion and an "if I send for you, will you come" and again I surprised myself in saying no. I'm not angry at him, we NEEDED to break up, but I'm wise enough not to put myself back into a situation where the deck is stacked against me. I told him as much. He had no choice but to respect it. But I will say I am glad it took two years because a year ago this blog might read differently. Today I'm able to be friends and make sure that line in the sand is a moat.... filled with man-eating piranhas LOL

So an eventful week, to say the least. I ended it with a surprisingly fun happy hour with a bunch of my coworkers. The dude that professed his love for me last week took a moment to reiterate it I drank for 3 hours, not paying for a single one and earlier in the day I qualified for an entry into a contest where an all-expense paid trip to Turks & Caicos is the prize. Wouldn't it be some shit if I won it..... seeing as how I don't have a passport? The irony. But this is me we're talking about so it would not surprise me one bit.