Birthday is on the horizon... 2 weeks and counting. Also going down as the first day of my leave. Let's hear it for the breaks!!!!!
Since my last (two) update(s), I have:
a) Not been taken for the job for which I underwent an interview. Things happen, life goes on. It was just God's grace that I moved on the way I did, for all my hopes and plans in this one. Even I was amazed.
b) Have reconcluded that guys (and humans in general, of course) are just selfish asses.
Conclusion of b) came by due to the lack of communication on the part of the said nigga whom i was supposed to be all crushed up about (and boy, did that clear fast). See: Today I met the Boy I'm Gonna Marry. Thanking God for his mercies, I won't be marrying him anytime soon, if ever. The source of my greivance? There I was, minding my business, not asking for anyone's time or issues (tho, of course, a girl does enjoy attention). He came along, expressed his intentions, got me all interested and rose-tint eyed, then proceeded to leave town and just cut off. No emails. No calls. No sms'. Just a whole lot of nothing. I have gone from confused to vexed to amused (see? I should NEVER act on crushes! whenever will I learn to listen to me???), back to pissed. Right now, I should be someplace between moving-on and moved-on.
I know he's going to come back into town, just swing in with some crap of an excuse, and try to hit off where he left off. That would make me think so much less of him (yes, that is still possible at this point), and will piss me off some more. My main issue is this: Say what you mean, and mean what you say. If he just wanted a passing amusement, heck, I'm princess of Flirtdom. Hang out, chill, (mostly) anything goes. But he cooked up so much stuffing and all that just turned into hot air. My problem here is that I'm left with all the thoughts and dreams.
Friggin pisser!
Anyhoos, I've been gingering myself not to dare give in to the "plausible explanation(s)" that may or may not come. On the whole, I mostly hope he just forgets all about me and keeps the heck to himself. More like keeps on not remembering me and just leave me be. That should be pretty much an easy thing for him, since he's done it so well the past month.
Since my last (two) update(s), I have:
a) Not been taken for the job for which I underwent an interview. Things happen, life goes on. It was just God's grace that I moved on the way I did, for all my hopes and plans in this one. Even I was amazed.
b) Have reconcluded that guys (and humans in general, of course) are just selfish asses.
Conclusion of b) came by due to the lack of communication on the part of the said nigga whom i was supposed to be all crushed up about (and boy, did that clear fast). See: Today I met the Boy I'm Gonna Marry. Thanking God for his mercies, I won't be marrying him anytime soon, if ever. The source of my greivance? There I was, minding my business, not asking for anyone's time or issues (tho, of course, a girl does enjoy attention). He came along, expressed his intentions, got me all interested and rose-tint eyed, then proceeded to leave town and just cut off. No emails. No calls. No sms'. Just a whole lot of nothing. I have gone from confused to vexed to amused (see? I should NEVER act on crushes! whenever will I learn to listen to me???), back to pissed. Right now, I should be someplace between moving-on and moved-on.
I know he's going to come back into town, just swing in with some crap of an excuse, and try to hit off where he left off. That would make me think so much less of him (yes, that is still possible at this point), and will piss me off some more. My main issue is this: Say what you mean, and mean what you say. If he just wanted a passing amusement, heck, I'm princess of Flirtdom. Hang out, chill, (mostly) anything goes. But he cooked up so much stuffing and all that just turned into hot air. My problem here is that I'm left with all the thoughts and dreams.
Friggin pisser!
Anyhoos, I've been gingering myself not to dare give in to the "plausible explanation(s)" that may or may not come. On the whole, I mostly hope he just forgets all about me and keeps the heck to himself. More like keeps on not remembering me and just leave me be. That should be pretty much an easy thing for him, since he's done it so well the past month.