good days and bad days
Lately I've been up and down. Good days and bad days. Today's a bad day. I guess it started last night when John asked if I'd come work out with him, and since working out was on the docket anyway, I said ok. It started out good. Chit chat and exercise and nothing serious, but he kept talking about his new girlfriend, which started to grate on
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Unfortunately, I think that was an attempted booty call. A really strangely roundabout "workout-booty-call," or something. He really hurt you--for no good reason--and he should learn that such things have consequences. Like, if you suddenly just "can't bear to be around him anymore," (even if you probably could), and every time he tried to contact you he got an overly dramatic response to that effect...
From (too much) experience, I don't think it's that bad to give up a connection with one person if you have to spend considerable time recovering from every contact.
It reminds me of the time I met someone at a Wheel of Time gathering, and I wanted to be friends (maybe more?) and keep in touch. But he got a brand-new exclusive girlfriend as soon as he returned home, and our very first phone conversation consisted mainly of him telling me that his new gf's boobs were too small and that he basically preferred my body type. A turnoff on every level, and I pretty much wrote him off. Blegh!
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