Jan 26, 2007 16:18
Simcha once wrote on my wall in jest:
A woman is like , tea bag, you can use her more than once.
Me being bitter to Simcha yesterday:
A woman is like a tea bag, you can use her more than once before you throw her away.
Simcha's Response:
That isn't at all what I was doing. I was just trying to see if there could be anything between us. I think we should have taken things more slowly. I'm sorry if you feel used, but that was not the way I saw it.
I'm trying to recover from a very painful breakup, and the onlyway I see to do that is to start seeing people again.
I havn't succeeded so far. It's been about half a year now, but I'm still stuck in it. That's the women I wrote the poem about. I didn't warn you, because I was afraid it would scare you away.
Please take care,
Simcha
Whatever. I was still mad and doubtful. He called me today to talk about it for real, which I thought was very mature of him. And he seemed sincere, he said he didn't want me to feel used. That I was very pretty but he was waiting for something to happen in him and it didn't.
What the fuck? You wanted to fall in love with me in a month, and if it didn't happen, you were gonna dump me? That doesn't make any sense to me. ANd that still doesn't change the fact that you were willing to have sex with me who knows how many times after you'd figured out that you didn't like me. He said that he makes up his mind very quickly. Anyway, there was an akwardly long conversation afterwards in which he asked me how I was doing. I'm thinking, how do you THINK I'm doing?? But of course I said I was fine.
He says he still wants to be my friend and hang out with me and stuff. I don't know. I'm still mad right now.