I've been thinking more lately about the guy I was dating for a while. Who has gone MIA. After I spent the night at his place, I saw him again at a friends party. He started doing things like taking hours to answer a text and finally dropped the bomb, "Sorry, I've been really busy." Secret code for, "I didn't want to talk to you, so I ignored you and pretended to be busy." It seems like I haven't been able to get on the same page with guys lately. The ones hitting on me, I'm uninterested in. The ones I've liked, dissipated for some reason or another.
A few weeks ago, I had a friend come visit. She started sharing pretty personal drama, and we did the adult thing and ordered two martinis. Five martinis later, we were talking what she called "word diarrhea." We were over sharing, and nothing was off limits. So much so that I woke up to a message from Carlie Rae Jepson (The one I was dating and spent the night at his house) that said "What does that mean drunky?" Awesome! On top of drunk texting ... i have developed a new habit. When I send a message I know I won't want to see in the morning , I DELETE IT. Apparently I had five martinis and deemed it appropriate to tell him "Call me maybe." This is exactly the impression I wanted to make on him. If I wasn't sure of what I needed to do before, now I was. When I first started talking to him he was going to extremes to see me, and being really aggressive. And now, he's too busy to return a text.
So now, I think it's time to do one of the things I wished I could do when I was dating the marine. When I realize it's not going to work and it isn't something I want: walk away. I deleted his phone number, and I think it's time to just let this one go.
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