All About: Giant McBunnyman

Apparently a very bad drawing of GMcB
kissing his bunny (that's not a euphemism)

Giant McBunnyman (GMcB) and I have been occasionally communicating over the past several weeks and it would appear we are going out tomorrow.  He is giantly tall and has a bunny, so obviously, I am already in love with him.

However, my love is already waning due to his inconsistent communication.  You may have heard I once had douche-bag boyfriend with whom I stayed far too long.  One of the intolerable traits I tolerated was his intermittent desire to spend time with me, as evidenced by the obnoxiously long time spans that would pass with nary a word from the aforementioned douche (I was stupid for staying with him and this was only one of a thousand issues we had, but that is neither here nor there).

So, the point is, I hate and will no longer tolerate, being ignored.  Now understand, I do not demand that someone I have not yet met talk to me every day.  In fact, I do not enjoy when people I consider to be very close friends talk to me every day.  But rather, I appreciate when people show up for dates, reply to texts/emails/voicemails, and otherwise acknowledge my existence even when it isn't that one day per month when that persons desire to get laid outweighs their selfish laziness (woah, my involuntary swallowing reflex doesn't work, but my ranting reflex sure is healthy)

Dear friends, I am simply noting, for the record, the pinkish-hued flag (which could become glaringly red at a moment's notice) of intermittent communication.  I also must highlight his self-proclaimed occasional hermit tendencies.  This could very easily mean that he simply enjoys a time out from social situations from time to time, but it could also mean he likes to ignore everyone he knows for weeks at a time when he feels particularly self-pitying and douchey.

I really do not intend to start off on a negative foot with this guy.  But, there are a few potential behaviors that unfortunately mimic some of the worst traits of my scumbag ex and I am merely trying to be cognizant of these facts.  Add to that my tendency to push away people I like before they can reject me, and, well, I don't know.  When did this turn in to a self-pitying self-analysis blog?  Gross.

Chances are excellent that all of these concerns will be rendered moot once I actually go on a date with GMcB and he realizes that a. I haven't mastered the most basic life-sustaining skills that most toddlers can handle with ease and b. two beers pretty much makes me talk like I write this blog - obnoxiously and without end.

Ugh, I can't believe I just word-vomited all over this previously succinctly eloquent blog.