Discussions over Drinks (without Plutarch's philosophy)
Him. Buying me drinks. It's weird. It's confusing. It's unnatural. It's . . . nice.
He (who shall be referred to here on out as だにのいんぽ) never offered to buy me anything. だにのいんぽ frequently left text messages unanswered. だにのいんぽ had to be dragged into going to anything that was any earlier than it needed to be. だにのいんぽ was never the one to offer a night at his place. だにのいんぽ has left me to ponder quite a delicate situation.
I've handled myself extremely well, I believe, and have been told so by those privy to what's been going on (or not, as the case is). It's almost like a challenge--to be broken up with better than he was broken up with. To handle this rejection without silly phone calls making an ass of myself, without crying, begging to be taken back. So far I'm winning by a long shot.
I can do friends, at least ostensibly. Really, there's nothing I'd like better than to get back to where I was, but I know I can't. And even if the opportunity were offered to me, I'd still have to ask him (as I have a conscience with an irritating habit of speaking up) if he was really sure. And even then I might have to refuse because I'd know he wasn't.
Does a re-found friendship, improved, mean a higher interest level? だにのいんぽ's offered me drinks; he texts me randomly in the morning, on lunch breaks, or late at night; he's willing to wake up early to meet me and do a favour for me; he automatically thinks I'm going home with him, even in a platonic way; he confuses the shit out of me.
Why is that so hot?
I figured I'd be the one caving in and trying for affections sooner. Is he trying for affections? I'm told it seems like he misses me, that it seems like he wants me but doesn't know what to do . . . but really, can I hope that much?
Man, I love a good puzzle, but this is just distracting. I shall not let him win! I shall be friendly, but that's it. I must have a game plan. I must not succumb to anything before it's on my terms again. Lay low in the grass, wait for him to come to me, and then pounce. I will not be pursued. I am the predator, dammit, and I'm not giving up my edge.
He (who shall be referred to here on out as だにのいんぽ) never offered to buy me anything. だにのいんぽ frequently left text messages unanswered. だにのいんぽ had to be dragged into going to anything that was any earlier than it needed to be. だにのいんぽ was never the one to offer a night at his place. だにのいんぽ has left me to ponder quite a delicate situation.
I've handled myself extremely well, I believe, and have been told so by those privy to what's been going on (or not, as the case is). It's almost like a challenge--to be broken up with better than he was broken up with. To handle this rejection without silly phone calls making an ass of myself, without crying, begging to be taken back. So far I'm winning by a long shot.
I can do friends, at least ostensibly. Really, there's nothing I'd like better than to get back to where I was, but I know I can't. And even if the opportunity were offered to me, I'd still have to ask him (as I have a conscience with an irritating habit of speaking up) if he was really sure. And even then I might have to refuse because I'd know he wasn't.
Does a re-found friendship, improved, mean a higher interest level? だにのいんぽ's offered me drinks; he texts me randomly in the morning, on lunch breaks, or late at night; he's willing to wake up early to meet me and do a favour for me; he automatically thinks I'm going home with him, even in a platonic way; he confuses the shit out of me.
Why is that so hot?
I figured I'd be the one caving in and trying for affections sooner. Is he trying for affections? I'm told it seems like he misses me, that it seems like he wants me but doesn't know what to do . . . but really, can I hope that much?
Man, I love a good puzzle, but this is just distracting. I shall not let him win! I shall be friendly, but that's it. I must have a game plan. I must not succumb to anything before it's on my terms again. Lay low in the grass, wait for him to come to me, and then pounce. I will not be pursued. I am the predator, dammit, and I'm not giving up my edge.