I'm often wrong about people
A couple posts ago, I mentioned something about getting back in touch with two individuals, one for better, one for worse. It turns out that I was wrong about which one was which.
Today, being Secretary's Day, I sent The One From Back Home (who has taken up space in numerous posts since Christmas) an e-card. It was somewhat cute and vaguely suggestive. The e-mail response I've got was that he's met someone and it's getting serious. It's nice to know that I'm still the girl nobody wants to get serious with. It's also nice to know that I'm willing to make commitments over long distances even if the other party isn't. I need to respond to the e-mail, but I'm not sure how. Or why I should. Part of me wants to pull a Grey's Anatomy and scream "choose me", part of me wants to sever contact (again), and part of me wants to pretend to suck it up and Just Be Friends (which is bullshit).
Went out for beer, nachos, and hockey with The One From Here. Even though Montreal lost, and he made my above lament seem small (which in turn makes me feel small), we had quite an enjoyable evening and made vague plans to ride bikes together this summer. Woot.
Lovely evening with the outing, but that e-mail has pretty much left me dead inside. It just
Today, being Secretary's Day, I sent The One From Back Home (who has taken up space in numerous posts since Christmas) an e-card. It was somewhat cute and vaguely suggestive. The e-mail response I've got was that he's met someone and it's getting serious. It's nice to know that I'm still the girl nobody wants to get serious with. It's also nice to know that I'm willing to make commitments over long distances even if the other party isn't. I need to respond to the e-mail, but I'm not sure how. Or why I should. Part of me wants to pull a Grey's Anatomy and scream "choose me", part of me wants to sever contact (again), and part of me wants to pretend to suck it up and Just Be Friends (which is bullshit).
Went out for beer, nachos, and hockey with The One From Here. Even though Montreal lost, and he made my above lament seem small (which in turn makes me feel small), we had quite an enjoyable evening and made vague plans to ride bikes together this summer. Woot.
Lovely evening with the outing, but that e-mail has pretty much left me dead inside. It just