Mr. Moody

Okay.... I had to digest this one a bit. Two days after Angel and I joked about marriage and kids and stuff, he was really moody. I think moody is most likely his middle name. We had a discussion after I jokingly called him a gigolo (come on! He lets women buy him stuff, take him places and pamper him - and he has sex with them. No matter he has only been with two girls in his life, and he sais he was in love with them, (that only kind of makes it a pattern, huh?) it makes me joke about it.). So, I thought he got the joke, but obviousle he didn´t because he kept on mentioning it for hours. (Why do I keep chatting with him for hours when I should be sleeping??) Then he started saying he only ever wanted to see me if I come to the city he is going to live in and stay in a hotel there while he stays at home. I have never ever stayed at a hotel for a man like that, and I NEVER will! Of course I said no. He said he didn´t really wanna see me at all because I had called him a gigolo and he don´t want to see people who think he is like that. And he said he was afraid I might take advantage of his lovely body if he comes to visit (I might, but that is beside the point!).
Soooo, in the end I said: whatever, you are being really silly, try getting the fact I made a joke referring to what your family members have accused you of, I am going to bed.
Then he said: did we just have our first fight?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
Him: do you wanna be with me?
Me: Whatever do you mean "be with you"?
Him: Do you wanna be my girl?
Me: Are you serious???
From there things started to get really weird and blurry.
It was seven thirty in the morning, and I had not slept at all that night (and I was up until 5 am the night before...), and I was really confused.

We have been chatting for several weeks, and he has been running hot one night and cold the other for a few of those weeks now. What the hell does he want from me? Also, he seems to forget that I am a grown woman with a lot more experience than him and he sais he is afraid he´ll break my heart. I am starting to think he is only a young, immature, intrigue making flirt. (Yeah, of course he is with his latin blood.) Mr. Moody!

Here is my message for you Mr. Moody: I outgrew hot/cold, immature, heartbreaking fellas when I broke up with my ex four years ago! I have no need or desire for it. And if anyone here is going to break any hearts, its gonna be me!

To top everything off I have seen James a couple of times the last week. I do not wanna be his girl, but seing that I am sexually starved right now (by choice, thank you very much, there are a couple of guys just waiting for me to yield to them (and why the hell can´t the girlies do that for once?)) and he has turned me on since I was fourteen, I have been working hard with myself not to jump his bones. Sexual attraction can definitely confuse a poor gal to think she has more feelings than she does.

Sookie Stackhouse is my best friend. Can you tell?