girlfriend's guilt.
I have a man. A man who is interested, at least. But, unfortunately, I also flew from California last night, inducing misery.
He just called me, about forty minutes ago, inviting me to a double feature. It would've been at a drive in, and he said he'd maneuvered his futon into the bed of Cheney's ford. Now. I have been sitting around all day, bursting into tears at random intervals and calling family for help. Dramatic, yeah, but I'm just having a hard time on my first day back. Anyway. Needless to say, I have no desire whatsoever to be social. But, I'm always turning him down. Even before the 'interested' phase began, he caught me on bad nights. ..All the time. I declined. I started with some slightly bullshit explanation involving an early morning and church. It's true, yeah, but my mom was encouraging me to go anyway.
Point? I turned him down. I told the truth, eventually, saying that I was having a hard time and promised to see him tomorrow.
I feel guilty. I'm not a flake. I'm not. Just homesick.
He just called me, about forty minutes ago, inviting me to a double feature. It would've been at a drive in, and he said he'd maneuvered his futon into the bed of Cheney's ford. Now. I have been sitting around all day, bursting into tears at random intervals and calling family for help. Dramatic, yeah, but I'm just having a hard time on my first day back. Anyway. Needless to say, I have no desire whatsoever to be social. But, I'm always turning him down. Even before the 'interested' phase began, he caught me on bad nights. ..All the time. I declined. I started with some slightly bullshit explanation involving an early morning and church. It's true, yeah, but my mom was encouraging me to go anyway.
Point? I turned him down. I told the truth, eventually, saying that I was having a hard time and promised to see him tomorrow.
I feel guilty. I'm not a flake. I'm not. Just homesick.