It never ends

I have really had it at this point. Bartender guy: blows me off. Advertising exec: blows me off for our date. Now, meet Mr. CPA. Guess what?! Mr. CPA emailed, called and text messaged me for the last week and a half, even up until yesterday afternoon. We were to meet up and watch the Chargers/Steelers game today and he was suppose to call me this morning so we could decide where to meet. The game starts at 3:45 and it’s now 2:30. No call. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. Why put out all that effort to just say “Fuck it”. Why bother? If you don’t want to go out with me, don’t ask. Don’t contact me at all, don’t waste my time and breath. It’s just stupid to me. I’m so fed up. What the fuck already. My next scheduled blow off is this Wednesday when theoretically I’m suppose to meet up with Mr. Construction Guy. Stay tuned. Though, you already know what happens.