Where do guys come up with this crap? What, because we’ve slept with one another a couple of times, and you’ve poured your heart and soul out to me – while never once giving a flying hoot about what was going on in my life, you know me? Very well?

It’s like they know women love to hear this line of bull, because it’s a justification to continue feeling something for the prats.

Oh, he knows me very well, so it’s ok that he never calls, and we only hang out when he needs something, and it is always about him – because he knows me very well.

I finally got the guts to ask him the question I needed to know the answer to – why not me, why didn’t we work out, what is so wrong with me? Kind of. I didn’t get out all of the questions I wanted answered, but I got the answers anyways. Kind of.

We were having one of our heart-to-heart phone calls where he opened and I listened, and he was telling me about yet another run in with yet another ex-girlfriend where he played the nonchalant elusive sexy guy and she played the desperate to get back with him, oh-please-marry-me girl. It was a story I had heard a hundred times before. He was telling me about how she begged to sleep with him, and how hot she was, when he said,
“But I didn’t want to sleep with her, she was never very good in bed. Not like you.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, we were really good in bed together. We had a lot of fun. You were like the perfect girl to hang out with.”
“Perfect huh… then what happened?”
“With her?”
“No, with us…”
“You were great. Perfect. It just never would have worked.”
“Oh… why not?”
“Why not? I don’t know… I mean… do you really want to know?”
“Yeah. Yeah I really want to know - I’m perfect as a bed buddy but not girlfriend material?”
“You know what I loved best about you? Those mornings after we had drank all night, and then went home and had great sex, and you would roll over with messed up hair and smeared eye makeup and smile at me. You would wrap your leg around me and lay your head on me chest. It was the only time I felt like I was good enough for you. You know you always wore too much eye makeup.”
“I don’t get it. It wouldn’t work because you weren’t good enough for me, or because I wore too much makeup?”
“It wouldn’t work because you are… well… you. And I would never be able to live up to you.”

I guess that’s an answer.