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Tonight at work can best be described as a long, slow-motion clusterfuck. You know what makes things better, though? Going to a bar where your friends work and getting free shit. I managed to pay for my dinner, when I insisted, but the charge for my drinks was nowhere to be seen. I feel like this is the universe telling me to be more goddamn sociable.
Speaking of which, boy update:
Last weekend I had two more dates with the guy, which were much more clearly dates, and yet still no move was made. It's decidedly weird. If he comes down next weekend I think I may have to clarify matters before I see him next, though just sort of playing through the situation and waiting to see how long it takes him has its merits. I may invite him over to mine for drinks and takeout as my next opening gambit. Hmmm.
Meanwhile, met with the ex for lunch today, finally. When last we left you, he'd sent me this lovely email, to which I replied pretty much immediately... and then radio silence for another two weeks. I emailed him again, and we made plans to meet up today, which was such an unpleasantly awkward experience, let me tell you. He had zero warmth the entire time; the most emotional he got was when he talked about maybe getting an ipad. We spoke of absolutely nothing personal, despite the fact that we were theoretically there to clear the air and reaffirm friendship, and there were lots of long, lingering silences. When I tried to break the awkward by joking about how it was his turn "to break the awkward silence," he just sort of went "heh, yeah..." and stared at the table. When we were done (he made sure to time it so that we had forty minutes and then he had to leave for work) he was about halfway down the block by the time I was up from my seat.
So, yeah. Fuck that; I give up. If he shows up at brunch or parties or whatever, good for him, but at this point I bet he sits in the corner and sulks silently instead of joining in with any conversations I'm in. I mean, seriously, I know I broke up with him, it's his right to be shirty about it if he wants, but this is just stupid and I'm tired of it. Why say he wants to still be friends and thinks we still are, why ask me to lunch and talk about how "none of this was about me," and then act like a fucking twelve-year-old when we meet face-to-face? I'm not an ogre, and I resent being made to feel like one. Screw that guy.
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Speaking of which, boy update:
Last weekend I had two more dates with the guy, which were much more clearly dates, and yet still no move was made. It's decidedly weird. If he comes down next weekend I think I may have to clarify matters before I see him next, though just sort of playing through the situation and waiting to see how long it takes him has its merits. I may invite him over to mine for drinks and takeout as my next opening gambit. Hmmm.
Meanwhile, met with the ex for lunch today, finally. When last we left you, he'd sent me this lovely email, to which I replied pretty much immediately... and then radio silence for another two weeks. I emailed him again, and we made plans to meet up today, which was such an unpleasantly awkward experience, let me tell you. He had zero warmth the entire time; the most emotional he got was when he talked about maybe getting an ipad. We spoke of absolutely nothing personal, despite the fact that we were theoretically there to clear the air and reaffirm friendship, and there were lots of long, lingering silences. When I tried to break the awkward by joking about how it was his turn "to break the awkward silence," he just sort of went "heh, yeah..." and stared at the table. When we were done (he made sure to time it so that we had forty minutes and then he had to leave for work) he was about halfway down the block by the time I was up from my seat.
So, yeah. Fuck that; I give up. If he shows up at brunch or parties or whatever, good for him, but at this point I bet he sits in the corner and sulks silently instead of joining in with any conversations I'm in. I mean, seriously, I know I broke up with him, it's his right to be shirty about it if he wants, but this is just stupid and I'm tired of it. Why say he wants to still be friends and thinks we still are, why ask me to lunch and talk about how "none of this was about me," and then act like a fucking twelve-year-old when we meet face-to-face? I'm not an ogre, and I resent being made to feel like one. Screw that guy.
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