Are you serious?

So, tonight while I'm enjoying a lovely ladies night out with my favorites at La Dolce Vita (if you don't already know you have to check out a Tuesday there - you get a free entree - choose from a special menu of pasta or pizza for FREE when you buy a drink (even soda) and leave a mandatory $2 tip - even if you leave more than $2 you can eat for less than $10 - my friends and I shared a couple bottles of wine).

Anyways... I got a text. Not just any text... but a text from a random number not on my contacts list. It reads "Hey! It is [Clepto] from new years. Wanted to say hi and hope you are doing well." Mind you, since the iPod Touch has not shown up after 2 weeks and I hadn't heard from the dbag I know for sure he stole it. I seriously think that because he hasn't gotten arrested or anything in the past two weeks that he thinks that he must be in the clear like I didn't suspect him or something. (How do thieves think? I deal with them every day and I still don't get it.) So what do I say to that? My friends all suggested I outright confront him via text about it. I honestly just feel like that would be a big waste. So I say, "Are you serious? Please lose my number." The balls on that guy. Honestly. Who does that?

What would you say?

♥ Miss Fabulous

New Year's Eve 2009 = EPIC FAIL

Just when I'm all geared up to start 2009 on a good note things go horribly wrong, and I mean horribly.

So I met a guy at the bar last night - slightly after midnight. He was with his friends. He seemed nice, we bonded because we both currently work in government. He lives close, and was tall and cute. So I suggest that we go back to my apartment building to go to my BFF's apartment and play "Rockband." No one else wanted to go, so it was just us. BFF wasn't home - she was at work, but I have her keys, and her blessing to enter to use her Wii at my leisure.

So, guy (to be named later so as not to ruin the story) and I play Rockband and realize we are too drunk to play Rockband and retreat to my apartment.

Next morning BFF sends funny text about my late night Rockband session. Then calls soon after to ask who all was over and if I happened to see her brand new iPod Touch lying around b/c she cannot find it.

Overwhelmed with a gut wrenching sickness I tell her of course I saw it. It was right out on a table, totally not missable. I took notice of it b/c I have an iPhone and I thought for a split second it was my phone.

I run downstairs while the guy is still in my bed and alas the iPod is not there. I run back upstairs and my heart is beating. Like this asshole has just stolen BFF's brand new $300 iPod touch and what the fuck am I supposed to do now? So by this time he is up and in my bathroom so I fumble through his pants pockets (conveniently on my floor) and nothing. I check his shirt just as he walks in and I pretend to be straightening up. He's not acting weird so I just keep on praying that BFF calls to tell me she has found the iPod. I run into the other room and check his shoes. All signs negative. I am frantic and just have no idea what to do. Here I invited this outright stranger into my friend's apartment and he has apparently just stolen something from her. Who does that? Especially after I just got done raving to him about how this girl is my BFF/longest friend ever/soul mate, etc.

So as I am saying goodbye I seriously pat him down and NOTHING. I don't know where he has this thing but it has to be somewhere. Should I have confronted him? I thought that could get awkward and he was like 6'6" and probably had almost 100 pounds on me. I'm giving BFF one more day to locate the thing, but I'm afraid that this guy, who I'm going to officially call Clepto, has stolen it, and he's probably not going to call, and if he does I will call him a fucking slimy iPod thief and tell him I hope he chokes on it.

Guess I'm going to the Apple Store tomorrow.

Maybe this is God's way of telling me not to sleep with strangers. I think I may heed this warning.

♥ Miss Fabulous