needless to say, i didn't sleep too good last night because of this, and i'm frustrated because i really needed a good nights sleep, because i know tonight i won't sleep very well with pre-race jitters.
then this morning when i came home from working out i saw a note sticking out of this little mailbox i have right next to my front door that read this:
"Hey sorry it's late. I was coming home from my cousin's house in Firestone and thought of you. I just felt bad how things went down and just wanted to say I was sorry. I'm such a stupid man...you don't even know. If you want to call me 720-6*^-1234. I pray all is well and you met a great guy and again I'm sorry. Z."
as i've stated i've been dating quite a bit since october, and there are a handful of guys that i've gone out with that haven't even been mentioned on the blog. Z is one of them. we went out back in december. had a good first date downtown before i went to the parade of lights, then we met a second time at my house the next day before i went to a gingerbread making party. he was literally over at my house for like 5 minutes. after that meeting he told me he was getting back together with his ex. so it was done.
he obviously doesn't have my phone number, and i think it i safe to say that he doesn't even remember my name. but he remembers where i live?! now those of you that know where i live, know that my house isn't easy to find. so the fact that this guy found my house 6 months after a very short visit, is crazy. the fact that he showed up out of nowhere is crazy, left me a note, crazy. all of it crazy. why does it seem like out of nowhere all of these guys are reappearing?! i suppose this is the cycle, but geesh.
no, i have no plans of contacting Z, just making an observation by telling you.
plus his words in his little note. it's interesting, because i feel that i'm special, and i feel that most guys feel that as well, when they meet me. and of course it feels good to know that this dude thought of me. it's just so interesting that in the moment, nothing happens.
as my friend april would say: "these are the days of april and her life!"...or something like that. such drama. but not really. but it is entertaining.
what have i learned from this? go out with a guy at least a handful of times before bringing him home.