Did I just get served?

First, I've got to get better at remembering what fake name(s) I've assigned to the people I blog about, and remembering whether or not I've posted about that something with that someone, or some whatever, or not. But, right now, I'm not any better at remembering $hi!, so I'll just make my point...

I just got served. A booty call, that is. Whatever fake name I called this guy, a month or so ago, when I met him, just one of the dudes I met out and about, it doesn't matter.

He dropped off. After a bunch of text messages, and our planned/impromptu outing to buy some sage to burn and cleanse his ex-girlfriend's energy away, gone, baby, gone! That meet and greet didn't get smoked. He wussed out when it came to a real connection, to going beyond the chase, beyond just trying to ego finagle me into his snare with text messages. Yet, today, dah-dah, ta-dah, he texted me and tried again.

Can you say, "Let's just see if this biach is eazy and will sleepz wit' me?" (Which is so disappointing, because he was such a great conversationalist and I had more respect for him than his actions have just now commanded.)

"Hi Levan," was his opener.

I didn't know it was him, at first. He's got the same name as one of my long-lost friend's husbands, so I thought, Shoot! What's up with the text outa the blue? Everything okay?" Then, later, just now, I called back after the text, to see, what up?, and it took me a minute to figure out it was the guy I met, who bought me a draft beer with my beans and salad addiction at my local eatery, and it was the guy who, while financially successful, is personally stunted.

He actuality put it out there, to see if I'd bite. "I'm in this place where I'm just having fun. So if you want to hook up tonight..."

You player hole, you! Did you really think I was that girl? Kiss my better-than-that!

The phone conversation ended with him thinking he might still have a chance, even after I assured him I am way too old, and way too self actualized (no matter what life brings me), to be the booty call for some guy with a self/relationship identity crises.

Never the less, he may call again. But, as always, I reserve the right to forget to post, to forget a name, to forget if I've named a post, and to forget to care about those who haven't posted a sincere desire to be a real part of my life...