So, if you remember from my previous post, Clark was a bit of a jackass. Or, that's how it remains in my memory. I got a surprise text from him last night, asking me if I was going to hit up a certain bar. I replied that I wasn't, and he said cockily that I wouldn't be able to see him then later that night. I retorted by telling him that I was pretty sure he didn't want to see me anyway. Why I even bothered continuing to text him, I don't know.

You see, he had this roommate when I first met him. They had liked each other at the beginning, and then Clark told me how she had become "psycho." He told her to move out, and he kept telling me that she was going to be out packing by the end of that month. Month after month, he kept telling me the same thing. Truth be told, I didn't really care whether or not she was moving out. It was just annoying how he kept saying that she was, but she never did.

There was this running "joke" about his jacuzzi. He was always soaking in it with a glass of wine, etc., and telling me that I needed to join him. I asked him how many girls he had had in there-- just how much action had that hot, steamy, bubbling source gotten? He replied none. But, he would like for me to join him to "christen" it. Every time it came up, though, there'd be one reason or another not to head to his place to hit up the jacuzzi, even when his housemate finally did move out.

As the texts continued to transpire last night, the jacuzzi somehow came up. It was revealed that his new, MBA-studying, 25-year-old, bi-sexual girl had already dipped into its sexually inducing waters. That was quick. With him only returning back from a trip 3 days ago, somehow this had already taken place. I guess maybe this "first time" had actually happened some time ago, although I'm not so sure when he would have had time for it. I guess all those times he blew me off, one of those chances would have been enough. *laugh*

I said somewhat harsh things to him via texts last night, not that I think he at all cared. I still am amazed to see what casual cruelty human beings feel compelled to dish out to one another. If Clark was trying to hurt me, he succeeded. If he was trying to be an asshole, he also succeeded in that. If he just wanted to try be with someone else due to whatever reasons, he succeeded in this area, too.

But, perhaps his most successful feat of the evening was to definitely have himself remembered in a less than favourable light, and to lose a friend.