is it me?

How many people did I screw over in my previous life? I really must have done something quite wrong. There is no other way to explain my cursed string of dating. Let's break down the latest example.

Drama (as we call him, and not because he looks like Kevin Dillon) likes to make things unecessarily difficult. He prefers to text over actually speaking on the phone; there really is nothing like making a five minute conversation last 2 hours. He managed to keep our dating strictly on his terms, and damned if he didn't get pissy if I didn't meet those terms. He also seemed to be completely adverse to going on an actual date.

Now we only hung out a few times, and that was always me coming to his place and going to bed with him. And before you call me a slut, I kept it PG-13, you assholes. One time, I didnt want to come over so he sends shitty texts before saying "Bye." I assumed this meant that we were done talking to one another completely, and after he had cancelled on dinner with me to do nothing with a friend, I was fine with that (I even made him aware I would pay, you think he'd at least want a hot meal gratis). Then he texts me a few days later about what we should tell "our mutual friends" is going on between us. WTF!?! I didn't realize his dog and my friend Angela(who he did meet) were concerned on a Brangelina-level our relationship status. I informed him I was telling people we were no longer seeing one another, but remain close friends (I didnt really say that part... my publicist did). He was nonplussed, and said okay.

Maybe I could have been more accomadating to his preferences? Maybe I should try to be flexible with my own style of dating? Perhaps more empathetic to his feelings on dating? No, I really shouldn't. I typically blame myself for when things go south, but definitely not me this time.