When the "benefits" really aren't worth it...

So a few months ago I decided to reconnect with a guy that I had sort of dated. Let's call him FWB for now. It had been a year since we stopped talking and I don't know if it was out of curiosity or desperation that I emailed him. Either way, we ended up meeting at the SAM and then having some food/ drinks. I felt bad because I didn't really feel like there was much there anymore and maybe I was wasting both of our time. Then some time past and I sent him an email explaining that I was going through some personal issues and it wasn't fair of me to try to start up something that I had no intention of pursuing. This was completely true at the time. I was super depressed and had just started taking Zoloft. I didn't hear anything back from him, until recently. He said that he had wanted to respond to my email, but he got lazy, didn't know what to say, etc. No biggie. I wasn't expecting to get a response. About a month later he sent me a text to see how I was and how I felt, which led to us communicating rather frequently via text. Most of these texts were of a very general nature, just daily ho hum stuff. And there were a few flirty ones too. Eventually I went to hang out with him and ended up staying at his mom's place, on an air mattress. There's a reason we stayed there, not his actual place, but it is unimportant to the story, I guess. Maybe I will touch on that later. Anyway, we end up messing around a little and kissing. So I think to myself that we could definitely become "friends with benefits". I don't really want to date him, but it would be nice to have a little adult attention once in a while! Then he came over a couple of weeks ago and we had a some fun before and after going out to the bar. It worked out for what it was. We still were texting a bit back and forth and seemed on good terms. This brings us to last Wednesday.

I had plans to meet up with FWB at a concert. I was going with my best friend and some other guy friends (that FWB had met, the night he stayed over). Before the show had even started, he had be drinking, so I was getting some pseudo flirting texts. I had been drinking too, so I found them to be really funny. One of them said something about being drunk and fondling me when he saw me. Another was about "meeting up" in the bathroom. Which would have been hard considering the giant, separate sex facilities. I was fine with the texts and even slightly amused, but I definitely didn't want him to be pawing me in front of my friends or everyone else at the concert. Lucky for me, he did nothing of the sort. In fact he did the opposite and barely spoke to me. Whatever, we are at a concert, you can't expect too much conversation. In between bands, in the bar area, he decides that he wants to get my guy friends talking to girls (which they are not adverse to doing, but aren't exactly smooth talkers). So he starts trying to chat up random ladies, while we just kind of watch while sipping our beers. This continued through the whole evening. At one point he stopped over to our group, handed me a beer, then trailed off to a couple of women he had met earlier. My best friend was asking me if he thought he was making me jealous or something... I have no clue. If that was his intent, it was a bust. He should know that's I could care less what he does, even in my company, since we are not an item. And further more, it is totally not my style to fall for that kind of shit. He knows that I am not into games. As we are leaving (going to a bar that FWB suggested) he is no where to be seen. One of my friends tell me that they last saw him talking to some girl. Whatever. At this point, we are all pretty drunk and want to get more drunk. So we head to the bar with out him. We have some shots and some beers before I finally hear from him. He texts me to say that he is on his way and that he was talking to a girl. I attempted to tell him to bring her along, but I was in no shape to be forming sentences. By the time he got there, we were sufficiently drunk and I didn't care what was going on. He was pumped because he got the girls number. It didn't phase me, good for him. I knew that we would be going home separately, because I had my friend in town. And really, I didn't care to even talk much to him. I was having a fine time before he got there. I don't remember much of the conversation between FWB and I, but I definitely remember one of the guys saying that he thought FWB was a douche. Funny. He's a really nice guy, but he was kind of acting like a douche. Maybe it was the drinks giving him new found confidence or maybe he was trying to make me jealous. Either way, I was not impressed. So I ask myself, is it really worth the "benefits"? I'm gonna say no. And I guess that puts me back to square one in finding a new someone.