Remember how I was all "I like a boy and he is great"? Well, it turns out (as is OFTEN the case), that he is a total douche bag and I never want to see him again. Things between he and I had been progressively spiraling downward recently and, instead of talking about it and ending things maturely, he opted to respond to my request to talk with a text that simply said "Nah. I think I'll pass."
???
Are you fucking kidding me? After 5 months of dealing with his simultaneous co-dependence and commitment phobias battling each other tirelessly, ending in mind-melting mixed signals and a whole hell of a lot of "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
GAH!
The thing that pisses me off most is that now I feel stupid for essentially wasting 5 months. I mean, we had some good times, but it was mostly agonising.
I basically told him that he was an asshole and to never call me again. I feel satisfied with that response.
In other news, a boy I've had a crush on for a long time is tutoring me at pool. I consider this multitasking at its best -- combining two of my very favorite things - pool and cute boys - and enjoying them at my favorite spots with a beverage of choice on hand. I may also acquire a new skill (or two!) in the meantime.
Also the weather has been phenomenal here in P-town as of late, which always makes me happy. Ive started my new Pilate's regimen as well, so hopefully by the time the weather is consistently nice, I will be ready to show off a new and improved body.
Cross your fingers for the Blazers tonight, mkay?
x's and o's
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