Torqued!

So yesterday I get home from Tahoe and start doing things around the house. I'm folding clothes, washing, putting things away.  I turn on the telly and Ever After is on, so I'm watching it...which I shouldn't have done, because those Cinderella happy endings always piss me off. And wouldn't you know it???  God decides to stick a fork in my butt by the name of "J"...no, not that one, the one I threw to the cement in November.

He asks if he can come room with me for 6 weeks to 2 months because things are not working out where he's at.  REALLY??? Uh, let me think about this....You're the guy that forced your way into my bedroom, wouldn't get your hands off me, called me a whore in my own home (because that's the only way a single woman like me could possibly own a home)...yeah NO!!  Not just no, but FUCK NO!  I told him flat out that I didn't trust him to live in my home.

You're wondering why I still talk with him.  I do it for his brother "M" who died in February. M and I were good friends and I know that J is still hurting over the loss. So anyway, J ends up walking to my home from a park that's 4 miles away. He's a sweaty mess so I let him use the guest shower, and made some margaritas and we end up chatting until 4 in the morning because he couldn't find a friend to pick him up and he lives in Auburn. UGH!  I let him sleep on the sofa.

My Girlie "C" came over this morning and we chatted on the patio for a couple of hours.  Yes, J was still here making calls trying to find a ride. After my girlie leaves, he asks if he can crash on my patio overnight since his boss doesn't live too far away, and they have to work in the Bay Area in the morning.  I told him "No, you need to go home. Last night I made an exception."  He asked if he hadn't gained my trust last night and I told him that I'm not that easy. It takes more than one night, it takes years to build my trust and he doesn't have it.  I also explained to him that he and I will NEVER be together, i.e. sex.  I will never sleep with a man that disrespects me the way he did. I think I made my point.  

By the time he left here, it was 5. I had to run to the store and pick up groceries and now I'm eating late because I really wanted beer can chicken and it takes awhile to cook on the grill.  UGH!  So frustrated that my Sunday was pretty much shot to hell by a man that is not worthy of my time.  Anyway....