“If they can’t find me, they can’t fire me.”
– an expression I used to say at work.
Well, it feels like that’s what’s happening with Tony. As planned and true to my word, I reached out to him last night to confirm he was available to chat. He texted he had a horrible migraine and would try to stay awake for my call.
When I called him he sounded like death. There was no way he was going to really hear what I had to say. We had a 20 second conversation that ended with me saying “I will talk to you some other time.”
Today I had Liam and we ran some errands and I took him to my parents for an overnight. I didn’t want to call Tony in the car and ran out of time before I had to meet a close girlfriend for lunch.
But I texted to ask if he’d be around a couple of hours later. He said no; he had a work-related event and was pretty jammed all day. Fine. I texted “I will try again some other time.”
This is getting ridiculous.
I will try once more – likely tomorrow since I’ll be with Fox overnight, who has just returned from a week long business trip – and then if that doesn’t work the dude is getting an email.
I’m sorting through some pictures on my computer and found a screen shot that made me literally laugh out loud.
This guy is #54 of the men I’ve had sex with. Never got around to writing about him. He has been in touch sporadically. When I considered going back to see the Dom (when I ended up seeing Tony) I had reached out to a number of former lovers to see if they wanted to join me. He was one I contemplated contacting.
But that’s not what’s funny.
The one sex / swingers club I’ve been to has their own website where you create a profile and can interact with other members. My profile doesn’t show my face but has some body shots. I got a friend request so checked out the profile; I knew it was him. I accepted the friend request and quickly got a message. Here is his message and my response:
He texted me on my phone and inquired how he was supposed to know it was me from my pictures. We had a good laugh about it. He wasn’t available to go with me, obviously.
He continued to ask to see me and would send naughty texts off and on since then, but after meeting Fox I didn’t ever respond in kind. Just last week, out of the blue, he sent me a picture of him with a terrible sunburn, then two pictures of him going down on a naked woman on a beach. I said “who is that and why are you sending those to me?”
Unsurprisingly, I’ve not heard from him since.