You Gotta Know When To Fold 'Em

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Guess I should have known better than to give the Southern Gentleman a third chance. We had a great two weeks together...although I could never really shake the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop...again...for the third time. Well, my wait is now over. Today, the shoe dropped.
After two weeks of his calling and texting almost daily, buying me a birthday card, even...and having what seemed to be a great date Friday night... he called me Saturday morning...and asked me when we were going to work out together. We made plans to do so Sunday at 4, after he took his "little brother" bowling.
He knew I had plans to go out with my old work friends Saturday night...I told him I didn't know how late the night would go, he said he didn't have anything planned, so I told him I'd call him later and see what he was up to. After texting him at about 10:15 to let him know I was still out and I'd call him the next day, he texted me at 2:45am saying, "U home yet, vampire? I can't sleep." I texted him back a little after 3 saying I wasn't home yet, with an unhappy face. He then texted me this morning at 9:30 asking, "Did you ever make it home last night?". I said yes, and that I was never going out there again! Then he said, "Ok, 'lady of the night', did we win the lotto?" (which we played together on our date Friday night)....told him I didn't know, I was still in bed and my feet hurt and could use a massage. No response. Unusual, considering he seems to like to massage my feet. I texted him at about 12:30, letting him know no one won the lotto, but now there's more for us to win on Wednesday. And I asked if he was out with his "little brother". No response.
I made my way over to the pool to recouperate from my 4am bedtime and try to get ready for our 4pm gym time. When I didn't hear from him by 3:15, like an asshole I called him and left a message, since he didn't answer my call, asking if we were on to go work out. Then I called my best friend, who has been warning me for the last two weeks that SG is an asshole con artist piece of shit and I should NOT be seeing him, and went to dinner and a movie with him. It's now just after midnite and, uh, SG still hasn't gotten around to calling me to confirm our gym date for 8 hours ago. So, sadly, but after all, not surprisingly, it's over...for the last time. I knew I was on borrowed time with him from the moment we reconnected...what else could it possibly have been? A zebra does not change his stripes...which SG has proven to me YET AGAIN. Strange, strange man.
Was it because I was out until all hours of the night? Why should that have anything to do with anything? I can go out for 72 hours straight if I damn well please! Who knows what the reason is? Why ask why? Does it really matter at this point? It was my fault for continuing to play the game with a bad hand. Time to fold 'em. I'm out.