I'll never understand men!

So Cabana boy got home yesterday.  Actually go back to Friday night.  He texts me good night.  I write back sleep well. He writes you too!!!!  And then tells me he has to get up at 3 a.m. to get his flight.  I wrote back I hope he has nice flights and can sleep on the plane.  He replies if not sleeping he'll be daydreaming about me.... And on the texting went.   It was weird.  Several days of minimal contact and then he is all chatty at 11 p.m. even though he is only going to get 4 hours sleep.  Any way, it seems like everything was fine.

Yesterday, I had a busy day (trivia world series - need to write about X) and we had decided to meet at the party that evening.  He told me he'd get there late.  Texted when he was on his way.  Told me I looked amazing and it was cool how we "went all out" for the party - it was a murder mystery party set in the old west.  He proceeded to chat for 45 minutes telling me every little thing about his trip.  I think he had realized he had been quiet and wanted me to understand how busy he had been when he wasn't working.  Any way, that is how I interpreted it.  I really don't think I'll ever understand that boy!   As it turns out we had a lovely time at the party and a better time at his place afterwards.  He really is an absolutely amazing lover!!!

Interesting tidbit about the party.  YBBK was there.  Actually he showed up almost an hour late (after having been requested to be there on time so the party could start).  Everyone was commenting on how inconsiderate he and his gf were in being so late.  I'm not sure if they were all talking amongst themselves or just felt the need to tell me because I had the bad taste of dating him.  A few people mentioned how they thought perhaps there was trouble in his relationship - as if I cared.  LOL.   Actually, I would like to see him happy because then maybe he'd stop being so rude to me and some of the other girls in the group.   Any way, as it turned out, Squeaky had decided to make us ex-husband and ex-wife in the mystery.  UGH!  Why she would do that is beyond me.  But, she did.  Anyway, there was a point when I had to interact with him and he was a bit a of a jerk.  I'm not sure what the script called for but I felt like maybe he had been a bit "overboard".  I blew it off until several of the ladies and even a few of the guys told me they thought he had "over done" it and was being rude to me for the benefit of his new gf.  They asked if I was okay.  I had to laugh because I figure it is just his own issues and I am so over him that I don't really care what he does.  I've always been nothing but kind and considerate toward him...even after he treated me so poorly over and over again.  I have no issues with him and as long as he doesn't lay his hands (or swat me upside the head with his towel again like he did at the beach), I don't really care what he does.  Because as seen last night, his behavior just reflects poorly on himself.  Any way, in addition to me, he was a bit of a jerk to a couple of other people and of course they told me about it.  I kinda think everyone was talking a bit of trash about him through out the night.  Most people don't like his gf - they say she is a bit of a snob and nicknamed her "eastern euro-trash".  

I really try not to get into the gossip and have only once spoken to her.  Really, if it weren't for everyone feeling like they had to tell me about it, I'd see them both as non-entities.  My life is much simpler and much happier with him gone.  I'm not even sure what I saw in him.  He was a lousy lover and controlling freak.  I guess I just liked the attention and was so emotionally hurt with my mom being ill, I made a very bad decision.  A few of the ladies in the group, that joined or met me after we had ceased dating, were shocked that I had, "stooped so low as to date him."  It is hilarious to see their reaction.  I don't talk trash about it but it is hard not to giggle when they looked so shocked.  I think I drop a few rungs on their ladder of respect.  Hahaha.

Well, it is a lovely Sunday afternoon.  Traditional Italian meal cooking.  Cabana boy and Boo coming home to dinner.  So, I should get back to being the domestic goddess I am. As I cook, I'll mull over the mood swings of the men I date.  Perhaps one of these days I'll begin to understand them and why they are such freaks.  Hahahaha....yeah right.