<h4>Boys Are Dunces</h4>

Case in point:

My once lovey-dovey wanna-be boyfriend from last summer (Mr. Colorado) happens to live in the same town as me (when we were intimate we lived hundreds of miles apart). Since my move to this town, I've seen him but once. He may have had hopes to see more of me over the past half year but it was always up to me to "get a hold" of him. You know I hate that phrase. When I did make the effort, one of us would end up backing out. It got irritating fast plus I knew that the last thing I needed was to be hanging out with the guy anyway. He was flaky, made it known on multiple occasions that I wasn't his world, and would most assuredly leave me hanging on to old feelings.

So fast-forward to about 3 weeks ago when he tried to forge the space between us with a quick message--"hey, how are you?" Since my break-up with this other guy I've begun to feel more appreciative of friendships and healing old wounds--so I bit and wrote back. Surprise! "Get a hold of me" was part of the response. Miffed, I called him on it but made plans to catch up a day or so later. We got some beer and he talked about life and asked how I enjoyed our now shared town. It was nice but also underwhelming.

We share mutual friends and I had made a plan to tag along on the group weekend camping trip. We were amiable again! Everything was normal and cool, e.g. occasional small talk around the campfire, until later that night after I had left the circle to retire to my tent with my dog (who's playing the role of a boyfriend right now). I was just getting comfy in my sleeping bag when low and behold I hear a voice outside my polyester door flap. "Hello? Are you awake?" I let him in with my guard up and suspicions high. Squatting inside my tent with my flashlight shining, he made conversation--first on life in general and then on us in particular. He apologized for hurting me. He apologized for being a jerk, if I indeed I thought of him as one. He was appreciative for being back in my life. All was well and good. I took it all in stride. Great. Thanks. It's all good now. I'm over it. I've moved on. I've let it all go. I've got other emotional dilemmas on my mind, to be quite frank (I didn't actually say that line). Then the conversation sort of ... stopped. He just sat there... and turned off the flashlight.

Fuck. He was going to try to put the moves on me. At one point he tried to find my face with his hand and I awkwardly laughed at him. Then I found a yawn and told him Badger and I were ready for bed. He didn't move. You know what I did? I called him a Chatty Kathy and told him to get out of my tent. We laughed about that for a few seconds but he didn't moved. I said it again. Then he tried to kiss me. By try, I mean he managed to find my lips and lay his right on top. Aw, shoot. After saying "ahh! What the hell!" in my head, I kissed him quick back and then gave him a hug and then kicked him out for real.

But seriously, what the hell?

Back story: turns out the guy had been in an off-again/on-again relationship the whole time I was out here (and we weren't talking). Their relationship culminated in a spastic expensive gift giving explosion. I imagine he was hoping to heal the dying love between them with money goods but it didn't work. They broke up 3 days later. Then he decided to take a 2 week foray to Turkey where he spent the majority of his time with an ex-girlfriend. He messaged me days after he returned. He kissed me days after that.

What the hell, man? What the hell?

Boys are dunces.