I got a phone call. One that was cheerful and said that it was the nicest message he’d received in a long time. To please call him.
So I did.
To only be told that I was right, he’d been giving me mixed messages, that he had wanted me, that the toe in the butt had been a very clear message. That I was hot enough to have sex with but too old to be in a relationship with, that one day I’d become decrepit and he didn’t want to take care of anyone ever. Seriously. He really said that. He was genuinely surprised that I was poleaxed. That I’m too honest and it scares him. Dude, you have no idea what I’ve not said. Lastly, he’s been seeing someone else although it’s not serious.
That settles that. He’s the one who’s too honest and the other woman is someone he’s chatting with on the internet. ROFL. Let me know how that works out for you buddy.
But the too old? That was one of the most fucked up things anyone has ever said to me. I’m so glad I didn’t trust him, that I was waiting to see what his colors were. So very glad I didn’t go for that message.
I did tell him so too. Nancy, who until now has been his friend, is shocked. He said he might change his mind. I laughed and said, Dude, I’m not dancing with you three times. Not. Dancing. Three. Times.
And you know what? I forgive him. But boy howdy I am done with this crush. Done. DONE.
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