Shrek: Just Another Ogre

I have sad news for my Bloggie Union. It seems that our dear, dear Shrek, whom we all had such high hopes for, just didn’t measure up to the Dreamer Challenge and was consequently… executed.  

I’m going to have to credit the reasons behind this recent transaction mostly to my instincts. Shrek started out with flying colors. He took me out to fancy restaurants, he texted me every day from the road when he was on tour, he said sweet things that made me smile, but in the end he came up short in one very fundamental department: communication.   

Things started going south almost as soon as he returned from tour. He came over the very night he arrived back in town, which I liked. However as the night unfolded and conversation ensued I began to notice one very disheartening element to our dialog. I told him once or twice that I was fond of him and he made no effort to reciprocate back to me that he was feeling the same. Hmmm… Strike One.  

Then as we chatted over breakfast the next morning and I tried talking to him about a problem I was having at work and how it made me feel, he seemed genuinely uninterested. I also tried talking to him about how I was feeling regarding a situation with a good friend of mine and was also stone walled. It was becoming abundantly clear to me that he was emotionally unavailable... or this cat is clueless. Ahhh…. Strike Two.  

Also when he left, he made no attempt to make future plans. I thought this a bit strange but I figured he just got back into town and probably had a lot on his mind - and maybe it was just a slight oversight on his part. Days went by and although he continued to text me (and texts only because apparently he has something against picking up the phone and having a live conversation) he still made no effort to suggest he wanted to see me again. With each passing day that he didbn't ask to see me I became more and more vague and distant with my communication with him. Finally, finally, I get this text from him: 

"You've been quiet. Is everything ok?"  

At this point I think it's safe to say clueless.  

I  took this opportunity to tell him how I was feeling. (Although we all know how that was going to end)  

My reply: "Well to be honest, I was being quiet because I was feeling like you weren't as interested in me as I originally thought you might have been. I'm not sure if you were aware this was the vibe you were sending or not?"  

Now I admit, I'm just as guilty for not placing an actual phone call, but I'm of the old fashioned school of thought where it is proper to wait for the guy to make the first move. But wouldn't you think that if there was any time to pick up the GD phone and call me it was right then?? Wouldn't ya??  But no. Instead I get this: 

"Sorry that wasn't my intention. I've been in daddy mode since I got back. How was your day?"  

Wha... wait... WHAT??  

Somehow I was able to formulate this response:  

"I understand about daddy mode, but what I'm having a hard time understanding is why you haven't called or asked to see me again."  

Then he comes through with this shining gem:  

"When can I see you again?"  

REALLY??? What the hell is wrong with you?? STRIKE 3!! And you all know what that means... 

My reply: "Well to be upfront, I thought when you didn't attempt to make future plans with me, you didn't want to see me again. So I made other plans with other people."  

I got another shining gem in return.  

"Oh, well that's unfortunate."  

Now some of you may feel I was a bit rash in my decision, but my instincts were telling me this guy wasn't really interested in getting to know me personally, as much as he was interested in getting to know me physically - and I have a real problem with that. Hence, I did what any upstanding classy gal would do; I dumped him via text message. 

So our tale comes to an end and we learn that this guy was no heroic Shrek after all. No, instead it turns out, he was just another ogre.