And moving on...
Well, I've been venting about this a bit over the weekend - the Guy is officially History, now. He was gonna come visit, we were going to spend most of the weekend together, he bailed. Still didn't quite get it, of course. My clue was: hey, I'm free Tuesday and you have the day off! and he said, oh wow I'm too busy bummer I gotta do laundry and stuff.
It still took me 'til today to figure that one out.
Did I mention that I'm clueless?
Okay, so many thanks to my wonderful friends who are awesome and totally rock and you know, love me. I sent a final text this afternoon: "ok, I get it - bye, cutie, & good luck with everything."
Sigh. He's really cute. But honestly... I think showing up, & being in, like, the same room or state, even, is sort of a requirement. Don't you?
Off to class, now. Thank you for putting up with this little drama. I am far, far too fabulous to be treated badly.