i. don't. get. it.

i rode on the back of his motorcycle in the early summer night air. we hushed our giggles as we crawled under fences and over dirt hills, finally trespassing onto a premium golf course.
on the green, we cuddled. we kissed. there were shooting stars and a light dew on the grass.
as i laid snugly in his large arms he said,
"ya know, i think you should go after josh."
to which i replied,
"what???"
"i don't know, i just think you guys would go good together."
"why are you bringing this up now?"

i'll give it to him that he was dense {oh, the hits they take in high school football} and that he had the testosterone working against him in the communication department, but seriously-- in what universe is it acceptable to tell a girl immediately post-kiss to date someone else? i am clearly an excellent kisser {we kissed again, a few months later, against my better judgement} and he could be charming with flowers and the big pick-you-off-the-ground hugs....

i digress.


a similar situation occurred most recently.
as in, tonight.

no kissing but while cuddling i was told he would "hook" me up with his friend.

come again? we've spent the entire evening getting cozy. heck, he even watched a chick flick with me {brownie points}. he doesn't want to leave and in the midst of planning the next time we'll see each other, he pulls that crap?

i. don't. get. it.
i don't get men.
i don't get dating.
i don't get life.

clearly.