Dumber than the Door - Francesca

I met a guy at the usual bar I go to, and he was striking. I mean, really, just totally hot. Shockingly attractive. Sure, for most of our conversations, all he could talk about was his workout regime (he works out three hours a day, seven days a week, and it SHOWS), but I had a movie-like aura wash over me, where I just stared at him and didn't hear anything he said. Sure, he's not a genius, but he also should never have to wear a shirt. We've hung out a few times, so I thought it'd be a nice end to the day to hang out with him after work one day. We'd agreed that he would meet me at my place around 6:30. I was working around my house, and looked up to realize it was 7:30. I gave him a call to see if I'd confused the day we were supposed to meet. Here is the conversation that followed.

Me: Hey, weren't we supposed to hang out tonight?
Josh (yes, I should know better): I tried.
Me: What do you mean?
J: I came by, but couldn't get in.

**I would like to point out here that the following conversation may have been forgivable had he not been to my house three times already. Background information: I live in an apartment building with buzzers to get in**

Me: What do you mean?
J: The door was locked.
Me: Yes, you need a key to get in that door-you were just here last weekend, remember?
J: Well, I knocked, and no one answered.
Me: Yeah, it's a door to the hallway-no one would answer.
J: Oh.
Me: Why didn't you call me? I would have let you in.
J: I totally forgot my phone at the gym
Me: OK...why didn't you go to the front to use the buzzer?
J: You have a buzzer for the building?
Me: It's cool, next time, just bring your phone and call me when you get here.
J: I think I saw you in your apartment when I came, but I didn't know how to get your attention.
Me: Really? I live on the first floor. With windows immediately next to the door you were knocking on. With open windows. Why didn't you call out, or knock on those?
J: Wow...that would have been a good idea. Still want to hang out?
Me: You know what? I'm good now.

Seriously, if you can't make it past the door, there is really nothing that you can offer me. No matter how incredibly hot...so...hot...he is.