I've disappeared for a few weeks since nothing of value has happened in my love life. Still no face to face meeting with Rob and I'm fairly certain it's never going to happen. He won't even talk to me on the phone. On several occasions he's made excuses or canceled on me outright. Methinks he's having a crisis of conscience. I will do my best to convince myself this doesn't bother me, but I have never experienced such a blatant rejection when I've practically thrown myself at a guy. We've had plenty of opportunities to meet up but he just refuses. Then again, I've never screwed around with a guy who has a girlfriend. I always imagined if I was on the either side of this situation, things would be a lot more passionate and physical. How come we're stuck in neutral and not moving forward with the kissing and the fucking??!
What's the sense of doing things half wrong? If you've already secretly seen my tits on your phone, why not get the real thing?
All of his texts stink of repression. And noon-time boners, accompanied by guilt-ridden masturbation. I hate just dirty talking about it forever....let's just do it.
I dangled a bit of live-bait last week when I told him my mom was going out of town for a couple of weeks. The entire house all to myself. Even then he hesitated and promised he'd let me know if he'd be available. Come on...really? Do you know how many guys would trade places with you?
Well, to my knowledge two. Dan is game and will be fucking my brains out intermittently. Haven't decided if I'll send Edgar an invitation. I've blocked his updates on Facebook to save myself hours of grief.
Rob has until the night of November 13th. After that, my mom returns and everything goes back to normal. If we haven't fucked like thieves by then, he's getting the boot. I am cutting him off. No more tit pics, no more dirty talk, no more leading me on. It's over. And maybe then I can sit down, focus...and work on placing a profile on Match.com or E-Harmony. I am done with old boyfriends and ex-flames. Time to get serious. Time to find a real mate.
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