mr. bank

ok.so here goes a story of a man i dated on occasion (and had sex with on occasion) for about a year. we met on 12/30/09 on new years eve eve...i had been out with my girlfriend...let's just call her "polleen" or "polly" for short. and we'll call him mr. bank...he had hit on me before...but i had no interest in him due to the fact that he was a bit younger...and kinda short for what i usually like. but he was handsome and i was drunk. so polly and i met mr. bank and some dude she was kinda into for the evening. we all were hanging out at the bar, drinking, talking, etc. it was snowing that night. we all ended up with beer back at my apartment. we were acting crazy, listening to music, taking pictures of one another like we were two couples that had been together for years. i didn't plan on sleeping with him...it just happened and i was drunk enough that the next morning i thought i remembered it being good. hmmm...key words being i thought i remembered...anyway...so he got up and had to leave by 4am...no big deal...i don't like actually sleeping next to strangers anyway. so we continued to see one another...i told him i didn't think he was telling me the truth when he said he was single for the simple fact that his son was only 7 months old. a one night stand drunk was one thing...because my judgement was clouded. but to continue any kind of relationship with substance with someone i already have issues trusting is not likely to happen. well he kept calling...he kept texting and we saw one another a few more times over the next couple months. then one night...the calls started...it was his "fiance" or as she called herself his "wife"...I WAS RIGHT!!! he was still in a relationship with his baby mama. i told her that if she wanted answers that she needed to speak to him...and that i was told that he was not in a relationship but that we were no longer seeing one another and if she were smart she'd do the same. well the calls didn't stop...they continued for a few weeks...all day from blocked numbers...all night from his phone or a blocked number. harassing me. well then a couple months had passed and i hear nothing from either of them...so i'm thinking finally they both got the hint. and then it's thank you facebook for bringing him back into my life. he friend requests me and like an idiot...i accept. he's listed as single and is sending me messages apologizing for lying to me and i proceed to tell him that i will never be able to trust him and that i don't even want to see him. sigh...i'ma blame it on the patron...this fool sucked me back in. short young handsome mr. bank...damn you and that smooth brown skin, bald head, charming smile and adorable dimples. for furk sake. not fair whatever god is up there...whoever you may be. so thanks to the patron and the dimples i end up naked and on top of him for the literally 3 seconds it lasted. got up the next morning...went home and damned myself to hell and washed myself in regret. i said that's it...never again. pfft. so there we are on the phone talking and me being a sucker...i believed him again...we went out for drinks...and that was the moment i realized that i could not be with this man...a man that drinks 3 beers and is outside the bar throwing up...that's not a man...that's a 12 year old girl. so we had sex one more time for the road and then i see it plain as the nose on my face on FB...he's listed as engaged to his "ex". so i sent him a short and sweet text that read "congrats on your REengagement creep!" and got no response...i knew i didn't want to be with him...but why the lies??? it wasn't like we were gonna get married and live happily ever after with our blended family and his short cummings. the kicker...this past saturday 1/29/11 i'm out at my brothers show at the north star with friends and my man picks me up (who will from here on out be referred to as the sheriff)...well i'm in the car waiting for him to grab some food and guess who calls me at 1:41am...yep...you got it...mr. bank. this furking douche called me to "apologize"...hmmm...i'm not a rocket scientist...but i'm pretty sure normal apologies don't come past 10pm. dur dur dur...well he now has a new asshole that i so kindly tore for him...and that is where this lovely little story ends...buh bye mr. bank ~may