I didn't think he was all that great looking but he seemed very sweet. He said that if I'' be his bow he would have me move in with him and he would take care of everything until I could get on disability. I told that would take a minimum of one year to do. He said that was not a problem for him; he did not also seem to have any issue with the HIV. I thought I had really found Mr. Right. Then it happened.

He kept calling me several times a day to tell me that he was going to come and pick me up from work to go out and have dinner; then go back to his place and make mad passionate whoopee. I have counted at least five times so far that he's made this particular promise among others involving helping me keep my utilities going. He not only didn't show up for any of our planned gatherings; I've seen know financial assistance from him whatsoever.

He was supposed to come to Tryangles with a friend of his Thursday night. Once again he stood me up without so much as a call. I became so outraged once again that I refused to answer my home phone or my cell phone; in that I knew it had to be him calling. I thought it might teach his ass hole a lesson in reliability. I strongly believe I was wrong.

When I did talk to him the following morning he was trying to place the blame on me calling me a "Rude Bitch" for not answering the phone. I told him he didn't want to talk to about rudeness when his ass was the one who didn't bother to even call me and let know that he wasn't going to show; when he had a cell phone in the truck he was driving at the time. I told him I didn't appreciate being stood up every night of the week for the boss's son, just because he's available and easier to get to. I told him also that if he stands me up again, I don't want to hear from him anymore. I mean it just as much now as I did when I said it.

He's telling me that he broke his leg the night he was supposed to be picking me up. He had a late night business transaction to conduct. Someone had called him needing his or her plumbing worked on. I don't doubt at all that he was working on someone's pipes, if you know what I mean. He seems to always have somebody on hand to tend his plumbing whenever it needs some work. I don't see him working on mine any. He did have at least one chance to do just that, and he blew that out of the water altogether. He hasn't bothered to attempt it since.

Still he continues to call me for some ungodly, unjustified reason. What the reason could be is truly beyond my eternal comprehension; other than he just wants play head games with someone that he thinks is "The Insignificant HIV Guy". I have news for him; I'm anything but insignificant. I am a person with feelings; and my they matter. If they matter to him or not, is not of any consequence to me; they matter to me.

He will show me the proper respect or I'll toss him away like an old dishcloth that is no longer useful to me. God knows I've nothing from him yet that has been useful in any manner at all. He's been no good for anything so far but adding stress to my already stressful situation by continuously standing me up. I need neither him nor the added stress if I so little to him that he would treat me so badly. I've done nothing to hurt him, while he has hurt me to the core of my ever-loving soul.

I hope I've made myself crystal clear on this matter. Until the next time; this is "Patrick" signing off.