What is a friend?
How many of you have befriended interesting individuals you met on the internet? I have met some wonderful guys from various internet sites. I have a friend in Houston named Tim. He's a tennis coach, who's a great guy. I have met Bill and Dennis in Atlanta... a wonderful couple that love SEC football. Kevin and Rob in Atlanta are a cool couple that loves to have fun and takes us around town. Then there is Aaron in Atlanta that is always available to chat whenever I need to talk to someone. Pete in San Antonio is a sweetheart that came down and met us for dinner and out for drinks. All of these guys have been wonderful friends who I have come to count on as real people... with real hearts.... men who stand behind their word.
This weekend, a friend of mine who I have been chatting with for over five years came to the same city I was in. We have shared many long conversations (phone and email) about what was going on in our personal and professional lives. We would trade pictures from our various vacations. I really thought we developed a genuine friendship. We each served as great sounding boards for each other.
Well, this last weekend was the third time we were in the same city, were supposed to meet, and it just didn't happen. The first time in Atlanta, he was supposed to meet my partner and I at Woofs. He called and said he was too drunk to drive there to meet us. Hmmm.... the weekend came and went... and he must have never got sober... cause he never tried to meet us the rest of the weekend. The second time, he came to New Orleans for a week. I was going to drive to New Orleans from Baton Rouge to meet him during the week. He told me that we could just wait until the weekend. I had that sinking feeling. Low and behold, I come in on Friday and he has a trick and doesn't answer his cell phone at all. We try for Saturday, and he suddenly has a family emergency and has to rush back home.
This weekend was the third try. I must be a glutton for punishment. I try to forgive people like I was taught as a Catholic boy. I try to see the good in people. I try to give people second and third chances even when it gets to the point that I start looking downright pathetic. (AND TRUST ME... MY BOYFRIEND REMINDS ME OF MY PATHETICNESS EVERYTIME I FORGIVE AND FORGIVE)
I warned this "friend" that I had fully expected to finally meet him as this was our third try. He swore we were going to meet once and for all. We emailed and left voice messages several times for weeks leading up to this weekend. On Friday, he couldn't make a committment... didn't know where he or his fuck buddy were going to be ... and couldn't give me a time they were going to be out in the bars. He did hint that his fuckbuddy had a problem with him meeting a friend from the internet but that he would work it out. SOOOO STRANGE, my friend always portrayed himself as strong, confident and independent. You mean he suddenly lost his balls and would discard a 5 year friendship so effortlessly over a fuck buddy? Hmpf!
We purposively stayed out late and waited to meet my friend and the man he pokes. My boyfriend was tired from working hard all week... and I pleaded with him to stay out a little longer. Still no friend...still no call. We give up and head home. I leave my cell by the bed. I wake up at 9am on Saturday... and SURPRISE no call! It is 3:30pm, and I finally get a voice message from my "friend" that he was going to rest with his fuckbuddy because they had been walking around the French Quarter drinking all day and weren't used to it. Hello! Why couldn't we all finally meet as planned and drink with them? Hmmm.... that sinking feeling. I call him and tell him when we are going to be at the Pub. I don't hear from him until much later. He simply leaves me a message to tell me that he was sorry but we'll have to do lunch the next day. The next day comes and I still do not hear from him past the lunch hour. I call him and let him know exactly where we will be for the whole day. No friend. That sinking feeling. I finally get a message from him that late afternoon with some bullshit story about they really tried to look for us the previous night. He never suggests that we should meet up on the last day. His message is that he tried to look for us... but couldn't find us. Awwww.... poor little friend... he tried... but didn't ... oh well... he did all he could do... Where's my hankerchief?
What bullshit! Normal SANE friends let you know where they are staying. Normal SANE friends pick a time and agree where to meet. Normal SANE friends do not hem and haw the whole weekend and end up never meeting up.
As some of my Ex friends can attest, I can be a mean motherfucker when I feel wronged. I fired off a nasty email to this "friend". I am washing my hands clean of him like I have done to so many that have come before him. Nowadays, I am keeping my good friends close to my heart and embracing them with all my love. To those who show their true colors, make it obvious they are phonies and care about no one but themselves... I am writing them off.
This weekend, a friend of mine who I have been chatting with for over five years came to the same city I was in. We have shared many long conversations (phone and email) about what was going on in our personal and professional lives. We would trade pictures from our various vacations. I really thought we developed a genuine friendship. We each served as great sounding boards for each other.
Well, this last weekend was the third time we were in the same city, were supposed to meet, and it just didn't happen. The first time in Atlanta, he was supposed to meet my partner and I at Woofs. He called and said he was too drunk to drive there to meet us. Hmmm.... the weekend came and went... and he must have never got sober... cause he never tried to meet us the rest of the weekend. The second time, he came to New Orleans for a week. I was going to drive to New Orleans from Baton Rouge to meet him during the week. He told me that we could just wait until the weekend. I had that sinking feeling. Low and behold, I come in on Friday and he has a trick and doesn't answer his cell phone at all. We try for Saturday, and he suddenly has a family emergency and has to rush back home.
This weekend was the third try. I must be a glutton for punishment. I try to forgive people like I was taught as a Catholic boy. I try to see the good in people. I try to give people second and third chances even when it gets to the point that I start looking downright pathetic. (AND TRUST ME... MY BOYFRIEND REMINDS ME OF MY PATHETICNESS EVERYTIME I FORGIVE AND FORGIVE)
I warned this "friend" that I had fully expected to finally meet him as this was our third try. He swore we were going to meet once and for all. We emailed and left voice messages several times for weeks leading up to this weekend. On Friday, he couldn't make a committment... didn't know where he or his fuck buddy were going to be ... and couldn't give me a time they were going to be out in the bars. He did hint that his fuckbuddy had a problem with him meeting a friend from the internet but that he would work it out. SOOOO STRANGE, my friend always portrayed himself as strong, confident and independent. You mean he suddenly lost his balls and would discard a 5 year friendship so effortlessly over a fuck buddy? Hmpf!
We purposively stayed out late and waited to meet my friend and the man he pokes. My boyfriend was tired from working hard all week... and I pleaded with him to stay out a little longer. Still no friend...still no call. We give up and head home. I leave my cell by the bed. I wake up at 9am on Saturday... and SURPRISE no call! It is 3:30pm, and I finally get a voice message from my "friend" that he was going to rest with his fuckbuddy because they had been walking around the French Quarter drinking all day and weren't used to it. Hello! Why couldn't we all finally meet as planned and drink with them? Hmmm.... that sinking feeling. I call him and tell him when we are going to be at the Pub. I don't hear from him until much later. He simply leaves me a message to tell me that he was sorry but we'll have to do lunch the next day. The next day comes and I still do not hear from him past the lunch hour. I call him and let him know exactly where we will be for the whole day. No friend. That sinking feeling. I finally get a message from him that late afternoon with some bullshit story about they really tried to look for us the previous night. He never suggests that we should meet up on the last day. His message is that he tried to look for us... but couldn't find us. Awwww.... poor little friend... he tried... but didn't ... oh well... he did all he could do... Where's my hankerchief?
What bullshit! Normal SANE friends let you know where they are staying. Normal SANE friends pick a time and agree where to meet. Normal SANE friends do not hem and haw the whole weekend and end up never meeting up.
As some of my Ex friends can attest, I can be a mean motherfucker when I feel wronged. I fired off a nasty email to this "friend". I am washing my hands clean of him like I have done to so many that have come before him. Nowadays, I am keeping my good friends close to my heart and embracing them with all my love. To those who show their true colors, make it obvious they are phonies and care about no one but themselves... I am writing them off.
posted by Brettcajun at Sunday, April 17, 2005
2 Comments:
Hey buddy, I'm sure it's a universal problem because I get stood up every once in a while myself, and it's usually the guys who are living here that come up with excuses.. the guys who come to visit are usually men of their word... oh well, c'est la vie I suppose.
Everyone should be held accountable for their actions. Some people would say, "Oh, I just wouldn't take their calls or answer their emails anymore." Not me... I left a message on their voicemail expressing my displeasure. Everyone who is wronged should stand up and call these guys on their shit!
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