Big Fat Jerk

I don't generally bitch about guys on a public forum (unless they are my loser ex-boyfriend who so clearly deserves it), but I must say, I am beginning to have serious doubts about the male population in general.

I recently met who I thought was one of the most genuinely nice men I've chanced to meet, only to have him disappear into thin air randomly overnight. After talking for a few months, meeting up in Vegas with his friends for a super fun weekend, and making plans to see each other in Tennessee next month while I'm there, he seriously disappeared. Like, stopped texting mid-conversation type disappeared. And unless he is dead, which I assume Juli would have mentioned by now, the only reason I can come up with is that he is, in fact, a big fat jerk. I made the mistake of mentioning the word "feelings," so I can only blame myself for his bolting as fast as possible I suppose...but, for all of you boys out there who may or may not read this, when you demand openness, honesty, and communication from a woman, you should reciprocate and give the same openness, honesty and communication. To put it simply: be a man, not a boy.

Had said boy simply said, I enjoy talking to you and just want to be friends, I would have been ok with that. Let's be honest, the last thing I need is a boyfriend across the country. But instead, when I asked for some response, I was ignored. Being ignored is not my style. I don't like to be ignored, I need to be acknowledged. Ignoring someone is not only rude, but it is intentional and callous, and also immature. When someone asks you a question, the adult thing to do is to respond. Don't we learn that in kindergarten or something?

I'm moving forward with the attitude that it wasn't someone I was meant to be with, or apparently to even be friends with. The truth is, my feelings were incredibly hurt that after several months of being honest, talking about my feelings, and letting someone in, they couldn't even grace me with an excuse, let alone an honest explanation. But despite my hurt feelings, I am smart enough to know that if I am not going to be treated well, I'm better off anyway. I don't need to waste my time or efforts on someone who doesn't do the same for me, and if I learned one thing from my relationship with Kalib, it was that me, my feelings, and my opinions are valid and important, and that if someone doesn't appreciate that about me, its not right.

Lesson learned. Boys are still big fat jerks, and it'll be a miracle if I find one I don't wind up wanting to punch in the face.