I breed chaos

Ever know someone, who when around you, seems to fall apart?
I do. I saw him again on Saturday.

Here’s the story, but a bit of background information first.

one time, I went to his house last winter. We were going to watch a movie and have a few drinks. I arrived and he was having a heated phone conversation that just wasn’t going his way. I smelled something sick and found his kittens had pooped on the vent. It was being nicely heated and was acting like a air de-freshener. He got off the phone. Apologized and then said he had nothing to drink. So we bundled up to go out into the –25 weather to find a liquor store. I was glad to leave, the smell was …smelly. We left via the garage. Got back shortly to find that he had locked himself out of the house. The garage to house door lock was different from the rest of the house and he didn’t have a key. Maybe it was me who had latched the door shut, either way, we couldn’t get in. The dead bolt was latched on the front door. We tried to get in, went to a friends place and got a crowbar and hammer, no luck. The locksmith was going to be about 90 min.
I laughed at him, told him that he really needs to get his shit together and left. I didn’t want to wait in the cold. He sat in his truck. Things kind of died down after that. I didn’t see him much, didn’t want to deal with his stuff. We talked a few times and he said he got all his shit together and we should get together again, but the time was never right and then I left for my travels.

Now I live in Calgary.

He called me to tell me he was going to be in town; maybe I could come out to the Whiskey and have a drink. I went, I was a bit late going because I was at a movie with Travis and Allan, but I went after. I got there and he was well on his way to being intoxicated. We went down to check my coat. He appeared thrilled I was there. This shit eating grin gave it away. He put my coat ticket in his pocket and we went upstairs. He bought me a few drinks and used every chance he got to touch me; my hair, my back, and my arm. It was all very cute. We talked a bit, but he was flustered. Maybe he wasn’t but he seemed it to me. The looks, the answers. Perhaps a mild case of infatuation, anyways, the night continues and he suggests we leave. I agreed, we went down to get my jacket. He digs through his pockets to find that my ticket stub is gone.

There is a big notice on the wall

No Ticket = No Jacket

I asked the lady how I get my jacket if the ticket is gone. She informs me that I have to wait until the end of the night when everyone else is gone and there is only a few jackets left. Its 1:30 am. We are now looking at 2:30 – 2:45 minimum before the crowds clear out. I look at him, amazed that somehow, the chaos has returned. I mention it to him. He laughs and says it’s my fault. I breed chaos. This is not the first time someone has told me that.
We head back upstairs and dance a bit and look around on the ground for the stub, last call was made before the jacket problem, so we can’t even drink more. Eventually, [read 3:00 am] I get my jacket. His jacket turns out to be stolen, along with his friend he came with, I shake my head. He looks dazed. Tells me again that its my fault, chaos is my middle name. I laughed and denied the accusation; we walk to my car in the cold. He shivers.

I drove him to his hotel.

He went in alone.