Flying solo. in These Foolish Things

  • Jan. 31, 2015, 3:40 p.m.
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On the New York-bound flight. I’m solo. That’s right, the Bulldog didn’t come with me.

His foot hurts.

It apparently hurts so much that he went to the doctor and had it x-rayed. Not broken, but I’m sure that he didn’t go to such great lengths just to get out of going with me. And the thing is, we would have wanted to do lots and lots of walking, and he’s pretty complainy as it is. It just wouldn’t have been a very good thing.

To be perfectly honest, I was a little bit relieved when he backed out. I don’t really know exactly why, but I was a little concerned that I wouldn’t be able to get enough work done and I would have been worried about him the whole time. Plus, I have a feeling he would have done a whole lot of complaining.

Did I mention he complains a lot?

So I saw him last night. And guys, I’ve never heard someone give another person such an easy out of a pseudo-relationship in my life. He started in with the “gut feeling” stuff – saying things like, “this is the strange feeling I get before someone breaks up with me…”

Dude, we haven’t even had a relationship conversation in the first place!

Then he followed that up with the fact that he thinks I “deserve someone better…”

Continuing on with, “I don’t feel manly enough for you.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he doesn’t want to see me anymore.

I’m so sad. I really am. I am in love with this guy. My heart’s kind of broken a little bit.. I mean, it was already horribly broken, so it can’t get much worse, but it did.


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