So I tried. As much as I dreaded it, I knew that the right thing to do was to call the Sunday Boy and tell him the deal. That it had been fun, blah blah blah…
I’d been stressing about it so much, and then finally I realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I mean, I’ve ended serious relationships. Pretty bluntly. And this was so not serious.
So I called him.
And that was such a fuckin disaster. I was out walking and stopped at a park. I had a bunch of calls to make and I don’t know what possessed me but I figured I’d make them from the park. Starting with him. So I called him. And he answered right away.
He was out, hanging out with friends at a local bar. And he answered my call. I’d ask why, but that’s obvious. He was hoping to get laid. So it was pretty much impossible for me to tell him anything. I just said I was returning his call and that, no, I wasn’t available anytime this week…
And then we went on to have a totally inane conversation. Honestly, we had a not-great connection and so I’m not even sure what he was talking about. I was just half-there, half paying attention. Wishing he hadn’t picked up so that I could’ve left a message.
I’m kinda hoping he gives up. Stops texting/calling as it’s been over a month since I’ve been available to see him. And if he does, I’m thinking I’ll skip the goodbye call. I gave it a shot and it didn’t work out. And yeah, I know that makes me a bitch.
Tags: bitch, younger men