I have to admit I was a little confused by some of the comments on my last post. Chiefly because a majority of comments on the post just before that one, seriously, the one right below it, were to the tune of:
"Give that bloke the BOOT!!!!!!"
"It's time to dump his Moroccan ass."
"Definitely drop the boy."
"Yeah, he's done."
"Drop him like a hot potato."
"Do not waste your time."
"Get rid of this guy."
So, message received, loud and clear. And believe me, you weren't telling me anything I didn't already know. Get rid of the guy, I got it! But then, when I did just that (albeit perhaps in a bit more of a passive-aggressive manner than some people seem comfortable with), somehow the general tone of the comments section turned into:
"You came across as very abrupt and off-putting."
"Your text to him was really aggressive."
"Your pattern is aloofness, and defensiveness."
"I imagine he is really confused by what has happened, and probably offended too."
And my personal favorite: "Don't forget that if you're the slightest bit emotionnaly [sic] needy, you will blow things with him, and any other guy."
I mean, I get it, sort of. As a stand alone post, even I would read that and be like, whoa, bitch be crazy. But I've been writing about this guy for a while, now, and I guess I sort of assumed everyone was there with me. But since it appears that wasn't the case, let me clarify: I wasn't sad because he seemed eager to get off the phone with me or because he didn't respond to my provocation at picking a fight. I've been sad for weeks now, because he doesn't want to date me but I want to date him waaahhhh why doesn't he like me??? This is the guy who's kept me at arm's length for the last two months, and let's not kid ourselves--arms length? He's got two arms and a leg in there. So, yes, the sadness and frustration was a cumulative effect reaching last-straw proportions, not because of one phone conversation. I mean, can't you people read my mind? Or failing that, at least my last three blog posts? Jeesh.
Evolutionary Revolutionary suggested sending him an e-mail to clear the air, which, haaa, funny story. After two months of
I'm sorry for not answering you, I said. I was afraid of getting hurt, and it just seemed easier.
And then, after
I replied that I did have a good time, and hoped he had a nice weekend as well.
And that, it appears, is that. There's been no further communication, which is as it should be, I suppose. So basically, the same net result as before, only it all feels slightly more civil, now. Still raw, still painful. But civil.
And now is when you all offer up supportive, inspirational, lovely words of encouragement for me, yes? Yes. Or, you know, highlight my most glaring weaknesses, personality flaws, and personal failures. Commenters' choice!
*You know I still love you, right?