Refusing to be a Fuckwit

After I inadvertantly (and enthusiastically!) agreed that The Dropout should call me some time at the end of our date, I knew I couldn't keep stringing him along. Luckily, I was hitting the road for the weekend, and he knew I would be out of town. However, on Friday, he sent me a Happy Friday, have a great weekend! text. I figured I should ignore it, but as Scarlet pointed out, ignoring texts can also be construed as fuckwittage, and I want to stear cleer of that. So I called up John Boy to get a guy's opinion. I asked him if he would prefer to be rejected by a girl before the weekend or after. He gave me the answer I wanted to here: after the weekend will work just fine.

But of course The Dropout didn't wait for me to return. He left me a message before I got back into town, asking me out this week. I took a deep breath and called him back (no wonder guys avoid this part, it kinda sucks), but got his voicemail. Then it occured to me: should I just break the news on his voicemail? Would leaving him a message be sending him false hope? I ended up leaving him a (rather distressed sounding?) voicemail, telling him to call me back. He did. I told him I didn't think it was going to work out. He told me he appreciated his honesty, and did he freak me out with the whole recovery thing? I told him that wasn't it (because it was really only part of it), and wished him luck.

When I was retelling this story to John Boy (who I've become very flirtatious friends with), he was surprised I called him back. Apparently, John Boy would only call a girl back if he still wanted to be friends, but if he didn't, he wouldn't call. I called him a fuckwit. In a completely unrelated note, he later told me I "was like a dude with long hair," then before hanging up (an hour later) asked me in an intentionally creepy voice what I was wearing. I know it's wrong to flirt with a man I rejected, but why does it feel so right?