Passenger Four

I met Passenger Four in a bar. I was hiding from / ignoring Passenger Three at the time who was, as you may recall, showing off his new girlfriend's hotness to all of his / our friends. I felt the best option was to find someone new to talk to and, being the bold and slightly drunk type I crashed a conversation amongst three people I didn't know at all. Passenger Four and I hit it off straight away - there was witty banter, there was sexual attraction, there was a meeting of the minds, there was sexual attraction...

Think Bruce Willis in...well pretty much every movie, the broody, witty, slightly alcoholic tough guy. He even looked a bit like Bruce Willis, and I was not complaining. We immediately started spending all kinds of time together, and texting each other constantly and being generally lovey and obnoxious. A few clues that this was not necessarily how it would always be included the following
1. Him telling me that he sometimes liked to disappear for a week and not be in contact with anyone
2. Him having numerous children with numerous women at least one of whom refused to acknowledge that he WAS the father as she was with someone else.
3. Him telling me he broke up with four (count them FOUR) other women to focus on just me
4. He had a woman that rang him to obsess over him and he once held the phone to my ear so I could hear her and laughed at her behind her back.
5. The fact that he was a drug and alcohol rehab counsellor with a pot habit and a drinking problem.

However, at first blush everything seemed wonderful...until...I would ring and he would hang up his mobile without answering, he would ask me out for drinks and then not show up or answer his phone when I called to find out where he was, and generally he went from Mr Attentive to Mr Absent. Combine this with my sister starting a new relationship with someone who wanted to be with her ALL THE TIME and love her and adore her and tell her she was wonderful ALL THE TIME and the inevitable comparison between the two relationships and I started to get a little cranky with Mr Absent.

Mr Absent decided that he just couldn't handle being attentive to just one woman and decided to break it off. Not being of a mentally well pursuasion at the time that didn't go well for me...I got the paranoids and kept suspecting that when we spoke he was letting other women listen in so they could laugh at me (could you blame me? It's not like I was inventing that behaviour on his part). Sadly, we shared the same local, and so the atmosphere became a little strained as I acted like a slightly crazy person (ok like a completely crazy person...my sister and I even threw strawberries from our champagne glasses at him across the bar) and he acted like the man he was...someone who was into everyone and no one at the same time.

Interestingly, it was on one of these crazy nights shortly after the break up that I met Passenger Seven (not a typo) who asked me to come home with him and was turned down flat.
And the 'what happened next?' portion of the blog? Well...Mr Absent decided he WAS ready to be a boyfriend but (presumably) not with someone who expected him to be available on her terms. He made the mistake of insulting me in front of my sister, which resulted in the most hilarious showdown of all time as she abused him roundly, grabbed his mobile phone off him when he tried to use it while she was yelling at him and frightened every man in the bar in the process. He later apologised to us both for his behaviour on that night and walked away from us with a wary eye on my sister in case she came at him again.

Last I heard he was still a local at the same bar.