Oh. My. God. (The Worst Non-Date Ever) - Pt. 2

This will make more sense if you read yesterday's entry first.

So if you've read at least 2 of my blog entries, you're probably wondering why I was still speaking to this dude. It was simple: I'd already wasted 4.5 hours of my life that I was not going to get back, and I was determined to make it count for something (he was gonna be a fungus friendship if nothing else, dammit!!). Besides, everyone's always saying that I write guys off too easily. I was trying to see if I could stay the course.

So after the whole judgement thing, we had a few more squabbles, since he kept interrupting every third sentence of mine, but refusing to allow me to interrupt him. It was getting tedious; I decided we should end on a high note. Plus, he had company over. We agreed to speak another time - actually, he asked me to call him when I was going to bed, but things just didn't work out that way.

The next day, I get a text message from him: "Are you coming to see me in Canarsie?" Now for those of you who know Brooklyn, you know that Canarsie is faaarrrr. I have two siblings in Canarsie, and I don't even visit them as often as I'd like, because of that same reason. Damned if I'm going to Canarsie to see a dude I can barely get along with...and whom I've never met.

"It's not likely," I respond.
Him: "Don't you want to see me?"
Me: "Sure, but not if it means me coming to Canarsie."

A few hours later, I called him; he wanted to know when I was coming to Canarsie. I told him it was probably not a wise idea for me to go to a dude's house that I'd never met. He said that was practical. I suggested we meet midway for tea. He refused...said he was more of a "homebody". (My personal opinion was that 'cos he was a student, he probably couldn't afford to take me out for a meal...which is fine - he coulda just said that.)

"Ok." I said. "Guess we'll never meet then."
It was not the answer he'd been expecting. I think he's used to women trying harder for his attentions. "Let's talk later," he suggested. I agreed, but was too tired to call when I got home. I called him the next morning. We were on the phone for 3 hours.

Me: "So you refused to meet me for tea; what are you gonna do if you happen to meet another woman from BPM and you invite her over to your house and she refuses?"
Him: "That wouldn't happen."
Me: "Why?"
Him: "Because I'm used to getting what I want."
Me: "Seems we have a bit of a problem, since I'm the exact same way."
Him: "But I'm willing to compromise with you. When do you want to meet for tea?"
Me: "That's very magnanimous of you." I suggest the weekend.
Him: (sarcastically) "Great. Juuuuust great."

I didn't appreciate his sarcasm, but I let it slide. (Job would've been proud of my patience). We start another discussion. I state my opinion, and (surprise!) he disagrees with me.

"It's not a problem," I say, "We can agree to disagree."
He restates his original point. I still disagree. He concedes that we can "agree to disagree"...then tells me my opinion is illogical.
I begin to ask him why he always disregards my opinion...but he interrupts me.

I decide that I've endured his interruptions long enough. I continue talking. He says my name, but I just keep talking. Dude starts yelling at the top of his voice:

"See now you're just disrespecting me! You keep talking over me, and I don't appreciate you interrupting me! Y'know what? Let's just end this conversation right now!"

For a moment I think I've been transported to my childhood, since this dude is yelling at me like I have his surname and his DNA. In my shocked silence, he continues: "Now that I have your attention, let me finish what I have to say and then you can talk."

"No," I say. "You're right. Let's end this conversation right now. This is going nowhere. You have a good day."

(Silence) I think it's the ultimate disrespect to hang up on someone, so I'm hesitant to hang up the phone until I hear a response.

"You have a fantastic day." I repeat.
"You too..." He begins to say something else, but I don't wait. I hang up. I don't expect I'll hear from him again. I know I wouldn't be calling back a dude who got off the phone abruptly with me. Hopefully this is something we can both agree on.

When I got off the phone, I couldn't stop laughing. This wasn't something that could happen to anyone but me....I had to check my caller ID to make sure I didn't just imagine the whole weekend. I really expected one of my friends to call me right after and say it was a practical joke. I'm convinced that Mr. Right was planted on BPM by one of my friends to test if I'm really serious about revising my pickiness and dating techniques.

Ok, you got me...Now which one a yall did it? Fess up!