Wherein I Get Dissed and Tell, part III

Needless to say, my New Year's Eve was incredible. See last two posts.

I awake on Wed, January 1, 2014 to this text message from Woody:

Good morning. I'm feeling a little hong over. How about you?

Hong over? Is that like being hung over in Asia? 

I respond:

:) I'm still waking up, tired and feet are sore. I only had a lil champagne so I'm okay.

No response. I text Woody later in the eve/early night:

I hope you're feeling better. Good night.

No response.

Thursday evening, January 2, 2014 text message correspondences:

Woody:              Hey

Me:        Hi

Woody:        What are you doing? 

Me:                      Not much. About to make dinner. You?

Woody:              Empty frige. Need to go to the store. 

Me:                      I know how that is.
                            Are we still on for dinner Friday night?

I expect an enthusiastic "definitely." Instead, I get this:

Woody:      I hate to disappoint you but I have my 
           kids tomarrow.

I didn't know he has kids. I like kids. But he has "to marrow" them? Geeze, that sounds painful. I wonder if it's similar to a spinal tap. Well, I understand why dinner wouldn't fit into the equation. Still, I'm hurt, disappointed, and irritated.

Me:         K 

Woody:               Need to reschedule. Maybe we can talk
           on the phone.

Whoa! Talk on the phone? Slow down, tiger! What kind of girl do you think I am?

I call Woody. "I've tried dating single dads before, and it hasn't worked out," I explain. "They've said they want to date, but they don't actually have the time. If that's your situation, I'm not going there. I'd just get hurt."

Woody: "Yeah, that's my situation. I don't want a relationship. I guess I just want friends. With kids, anything can come up, and I messed up with the custody for New Year's Day, so I have them this weekend."

"Well, it's Thursday. We were supposed to have dinner tomorrow," I add - with extra emphasis on the second "o". "When were you going to tell me this?"

He chuckles. "I was just about to text you when you texted me. I just found out today." You were going to cancel on me through a text message? How sweet, mature, and respectful.

We're silent for a moment. I don't know what to say. I'm thinking that I don't tend to stick any portion of my tongue into my "friends" mouths. Thus, I don't want to be "friends." I'm also realizing that I liked him a lot better when he liked me a lot better because he was drunk.

"I guess we'll leave it at that," Woody states.

"Okay," I reply. "No hard feelings."  F*cker! "I did have a great New Year's."

"I did too, Robyn. You're really fun."

"Thanks," my voice quiets. "Goodbye."

"Bye."

 I close my phone, feeling very sad and wishing that I hadn't fallen so quickly from such a high. Was that it for my excitement for the year? What a teaser.

I do have one idea, though, that boosts my mood...stay tuned for one more post to end this series.