The Dating Files: Mr. P Part 2

So after seeing Mr. P twice, I was kinda lukewarm about seeing him again. He was a nice guy and all, but like, meh, I just wasn't that into it. Unfortunately, I think he felt differently. (get caught up here: Mr. P Part 1)

Mr. P started texting me which was fine. Then he called and started talking about how he thought it was fated for us to meet. For example, he wasn't going to get on that particular subway car, but then he did and blah blah blah. I didn't think it was that deep, but he managed to find the symbolism in every single one of the totaled 2 hours that we'd spent together pointing to the fact that we were destined to be together. I'd pretty much checked out by this point and was working on a way to let him know that, but then it all came to a head this weekend.

He texted me saying that he wanted me to stop by his job to say hello. We don't work too far away from each other, but honestly, I had plans that night and wasn't going to have time. When I got home that evening I gave him a call because I didn't want to straight up ignore him. That's not hot. This is how the convo went:

Me: Hey!
Mr. P: So what happened to you today?
Me: Excuse me?
Mr. P: Did you ignore my text?
Me: No. I'm calling you right now.
Mr. P: Well I really wanted to see you. I wanted you to come to my job.
Me: Um, I was busy. I didn't leave midtown until late this evening. I figured you weren't at work.
Mr. P: I told you I work late.
Me: Um, no you didn't and besides, I was busy.
Mr. P: So just say you ignored my text then.
Me: Again, I didn't. I'm calling you now.
Mr. P: So you ignored my text.
Me: Fine. I ignored your text.
Mr. P: Thank you. Now how was your day?
Me: I'm sorry. This conversation is over. Say goodbye so I don't feel like I'm hanging up on you.
Mr. P: What? No! I'm sorry. I was just kidding. I'm sorry! Can I just hang up and call you back and start over?
Me:  Sure. *click*

Okay, so needless to say, I didn't pick up when he called back. He really must have lost his mind. I guess he thought he was my man or something, but he was clearly deluded. Mr. P has called me and texted me pretty much every day since, but there is no way I am responding. He'll get the point after a week or so, I'm sure.

Seems like Mr. P's attempts went from PREMATURE to WAY TOO LATE. I'm done.

So alas, I'm going to rate this attempt a #FAIL, but hopefully, it was an entertaining story to read as it is certainly an amusing one to tell.