No my first name ain't baby. It's Janet, Miss Jackson if you're nasty.
So I dumped Danny last night. I spent all weekend thinking about it and worrying about it. I talked to Amanda, Jenni, and my dad. They all told me it was time to move on and they were right. Danny's interest level in me was way low, I was unhappy, worrying about shit constantly. So now I plan on working out again everyday and getting back into shape. I don't plan on getting back out there and looking for someone else quite yet. I'll be going to Seattle Pride with that cute guy from my Asian498 class. Basically I need a way to get my mind off of Danny, I'm still thinking about him, wondering if he's going to text me or leave me a message of some sort. I shouldn't give a shit, really. If he does I'm not going to respond anyway.
So here's how I broke it off with him:
I gathered up all his things in a plastic bag, texted him to see if he was home, he took forever to respond, so I just went over there anyway and knocked on the door. I was nervous as fuck, so I smoked a cigarette beforehand (oh yeah, I bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday because of the stress this was causing me). Nobody answered. So a while later he says, "No, I'm at my parents' house." Doesn't even ask why I want to see him. I also asked his roommate if she was at the apartment, she said "No, why?" I told her I had some stuff to give back to her (because some of it was her stuff too). Anyway, after Danny said he wasn't at his apartment, I wrote back: "Well let me know when you do. I have some stuff of yours and Alisha's I need to give back. I'm pretty much done." Got no response from him. I was talking to his friend Adam about it, Adam was very comforting. But it turned out my text was a little too vague, Danny didn't get that I was breaking up with him. So he finally texted me saying "I'm home." So I was like "K I'll be over with your stuff." I went over, he answered the door in his usual manner, so apparently he didn't know what was going on. I handed him his stuff and was like "Could you get my art and my underwear?" He was like "Your art?" He totally had no clue what was going on. But he got it for me anyway, and I took it and walked out the door and said "Don't expect to hear from me again." And I left, just like that. So Danny and I are over with and done.
At this moment I don't know how I feel. I feel a little scared to be single again. I don't have the security of knowing I have someone to go to, someone to make plans with...but then again I barely had that with Danny anyway. It's also scary because I don't know how many psychos are out there. I don't know who has STDs, who's lying, who's going to use me. So I guess I'm feeling a little negative about this whole break-up thing. Most likely I'll feel better later. I'll feel better once I find someone who's not going to ignore me, and who's willing to make time for me, and who is as crazy about me as I am about them. Someone who has a healthy ego and doesn't have so many personal issues, who doesn't masturbate to porn 3 times a day, who doesn't mind showing affection, who's more attractive, and who isn't always subtly bitchy. The end.
I'm going to go work out.
So here's how I broke it off with him:
I gathered up all his things in a plastic bag, texted him to see if he was home, he took forever to respond, so I just went over there anyway and knocked on the door. I was nervous as fuck, so I smoked a cigarette beforehand (oh yeah, I bought a pack of cigarettes yesterday because of the stress this was causing me). Nobody answered. So a while later he says, "No, I'm at my parents' house." Doesn't even ask why I want to see him. I also asked his roommate if she was at the apartment, she said "No, why?" I told her I had some stuff to give back to her (because some of it was her stuff too). Anyway, after Danny said he wasn't at his apartment, I wrote back: "Well let me know when you do. I have some stuff of yours and Alisha's I need to give back. I'm pretty much done." Got no response from him. I was talking to his friend Adam about it, Adam was very comforting. But it turned out my text was a little too vague, Danny didn't get that I was breaking up with him. So he finally texted me saying "I'm home." So I was like "K I'll be over with your stuff." I went over, he answered the door in his usual manner, so apparently he didn't know what was going on. I handed him his stuff and was like "Could you get my art and my underwear?" He was like "Your art?" He totally had no clue what was going on. But he got it for me anyway, and I took it and walked out the door and said "Don't expect to hear from me again." And I left, just like that. So Danny and I are over with and done.
At this moment I don't know how I feel. I feel a little scared to be single again. I don't have the security of knowing I have someone to go to, someone to make plans with...but then again I barely had that with Danny anyway. It's also scary because I don't know how many psychos are out there. I don't know who has STDs, who's lying, who's going to use me. So I guess I'm feeling a little negative about this whole break-up thing. Most likely I'll feel better later. I'll feel better once I find someone who's not going to ignore me, and who's willing to make time for me, and who is as crazy about me as I am about them. Someone who has a healthy ego and doesn't have so many personal issues, who doesn't masturbate to porn 3 times a day, who doesn't mind showing affection, who's more attractive, and who isn't always subtly bitchy. The end.
I'm going to go work out.