Is it news to say that I didn’t see Sunday Boy on Sunday?
I was feeling, after our last “date” (so not a date), that we might not see each other again. Our convenient situation was starting to feel wrong. For many reasons:
- I am now 97% sure he’s read this blog and what I’ve written about him. And yet he continues to tell me he hasn’t. Which is incredibly silly. And uncool.
- He invited himself to spend the night at my place. More than that, he wanted to cuddle with me. And I didn’t want to cuddle with him.
- He wants to not get to know me, not know anything much about me, but cuddle with me. Been there, done that. I no longer have the time for make believe relationships. I can do casual sex (where no one is cuddling and pretending it means anything) but I can’t play make pretend.
- He only communicates with me via text, even though it annoys the shit out of me and I’ve mentioned that I prefer the phone (and when I initiate communication it is always by phone).
So when he texted on Friday to ask if I wanted to get together on Sunday I ignored it. Until Saturday (it’s childish, I know, but one of the ways I communicate my distaste for texting is to not reply in a timely fashion, whereas phone messages get replied to immediately). I told him that I was unavailable on Sunday (business trip the next day, busy busy).
He replied that he was busy next Sunday and something about Labor Day weekend. I haven’t replied.
I don’t think we’ll see each other Labor Day weekend. I am not sad about this. I am not anything about this. As a storyteller I kinda wish I had a better end for you, but I don’t think you’re going to get one.
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