But It Must've Been The Wrong Time

Where to begin?

Mr. Epic Fail stuck his head out of the sand on Thursday night. And here I thought he was gone! I should have known better and won't make that mistake again.

He was drunk, as usual. It seems the only time he's ever willing to really talk is when he's drunk.

He was on and on about how much he needed me, wanted me, blah blah blah. that he was half in love with me, that I was amazing, that I was a great lady that could provide him with what he needed. He said he wanted more than sex, he needed comfort.

Right.

He's got a miserable marriage, he's an alcoholic, and he hates his life. He wants a freaking band-aid. I'm not a band-aid.

I'm sure we'll talk more, but only when he's drunk.

In other news, X is getting married in 2 weeks in Scotland! I hadn't seen nor heard from him in forever and have seen him pop on Skype on occasion so just for the hell of it I sent him a quick hello. We started chatting and about five minutes in he suddenly said, "You know what? We should go to Vegas! Tonight!"

I started laughing, thinking he wasn't serious. I asked him how his fiance would feel about that and he said she knew that he and I were good friends and would be cool about it. I told him I'd love to call her and talk to her myself and ask her and he was fine with that and gave me her number. Meanwhile he was searching plane tickets!

Turned out a flight didn't go out from where he lives at the right time so we didn't go -- but how insane was that? He said if we'd spoken on Friday night we could have arranged it. Ah well. I have to admit I was disappointed because I would have enjoyed that last crazy gasp. It sure must be nice to be that wealthy.

I did make it clear, however, that unlike the last couple of times we'd been together, it would contain no sex. He was fine with that too and said he was really happy now with his fiance -- he just wanted to get together with a friend and play some blackjack. You know -- I might hit him up again with that and suggest he bring his fiance along so I can meet her. She must be a great lady.

He and I did hook up there a couple times and it was fun. He's a sexy man, intensely fascinating, and every inch the sort of man I fall in love with. There was chemistry there too, but it was strange that it just didn't gel with us. Too bad. I would have never had to work another day in my life. We could have traveled the world together and everything I wanted to see or do would have been mine to do.

I just couldn't see myself being with another man that needed certain things from me that, over time, I would not have been able to provide. He's made what he desires out of life clear and I know that it's not something I can give him. We're just perfect being friends. And besides, I suppose I'd rather sit in this small apartment and live the life I need to live.

Huh. Maybe I really am an adult.

((Song: "Right Place, Wrong Time" by Dr. John. Lyrics here:
http://www.the70sproject.com/lyrics/song-lyrics.php?song=right-place-wrong-time-dr-john))