I'm getting so bored with this story and it's longer than I thought it would be. I have it all typed out on my computer already and I considered just plonking it all at once... but that won't work. *Sigh* Anyway, continuing...

I can’t remember what it was I said to him, but I know it wasn’t very nice. I think I mentioned stuff about our friendship being over and how he was an arrogant jerk and that I had never intended to sleep with him and it was a big mistake that would never happen again. Then I told him to go fuck himself because I would not be doing it for him ever again. Vic was with me that day and asked why I was so mad, we’d just met so I gave her a heavily censored version of events and she cursed him out for me too (I heart Vic, later when I found out how evil she was, I told her the whole story and she cursed him out some more ).

A few days later, he sent me an IM saying he’d be in the city and would I meet him?
I said no of course.
On my birthday, Vic, my girlfriends, Goofy and I went to the city and took lots of lovely pictures which I plastered all over facebook. IB saw the pics and was very angry because:

1. I was with Goofy and
2. I was in the city the same weekend he was but didn’t call or write

A few days later, I received a very terse IM from him saying he didn’t care about me anymore (wait, he actually “cared” about me? I thought it was my pussy he wanted) and that I should go screw myself.
My response: You first  then I logged out.

Fast forward to a few days later and my phone rings. Guess who?

Yup.

I answered without looking the first time. That awful hybrid accent filled my auditory cavity with pleas for forgiveness. But I wasn’t having it.

It didn’t matter how many times I hung up on him, this dude called back with declarations of love, pleas for forgiveness, explanations for his behaviour etc.
He told me he was just jealous of Goofy, and that I’d surprised him a bit too. He didn’t expect me to be so foul-mouthed (?) and that he was shocked when he heard me swear. That he’d thought I was perfect and quiet. But he understands now that I’m real and he loves me and blah blah blah…

Still I wasn’t having it.

For weeks this boy begged me. Eventually I caved and said I wasn’t angry with him, that it was cool. He started calling me again regularly as if we were still friends and all that, but I just couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about anything he said.

Winter came, and he had to be in my ends for some conference or something. He asked if he could stay with me.

I said Ok.

I picked him up from the airport and everything went downhill from there.