Straight girl update.
Firstly, I would like to thank everyone that commented and gave me advice. It gave me some hope... for a minute.
So after that conversation we had I text her the next day something along the lines of, "hey, you gonna text me today?" And I got nothing back. I was pissed. On top of that, I had a bad day at work and when I got home, mommy needed a drink kids.
As much as I held back all day I couldn't help myself. I sent her a drunk text at like three in the morning. Whoops. It was a Shit or Get Off the Pot text, pretty much. I just called her out on her nonsense. My friend Krystal was there to give me the strength to send it. She's had her fair share of straight girl nonsense and I think some past resentment of getting treated like shit herself bubbled up in her. I figured she knew what she was doing and she agreed that I'm getting played hardcore. But anyways, of course, I get nothing back. But it was three in the morning when I sent it. I didn't expect to really.
Krystal was sure I'd get a text back the next day from that, though. But nope, nothing. So I gave it one last shot. A sober shot this time. This was going to be my last text to her. It was a plea to just tell me what was up. To just tell me if she was scared, uninterested, wanting attention or just trying to keep me interested until she figured out what she wanted whenever that may be. I am just done. If Playstation Network wasn't fucked up I'd have less time to think about this stupid bullshit. But I have nothing to occupy myself these days. And I just think about it, and think about it, and it just annoys the shit out of me.
Well about four hours later I actually get a text back. It's this big long text about how she's been so busy at work and blah, blah, blah... You wanna know where the world's smallest violin is? In my hands right now playing the saddest song ever over Baley's busy schedule. It takes a MAXIMUM of twenty seconds to say, "sorry I'm busy, I'll text you later." It's simple. That simple text makes her look like less of a douche and puts my mind at ease for the moment. Don't be trying to guilt trip me here for wanting one fucking text message over a 48 hour window.
I didn't text her back. She won't get an apology out of me. Fuck that shit.
I'm a great smallest violin in the world player, by the way. The best I've heard. Tell your friends.
So I dunno. It's a lost cause. I'm sure I'll get another text somewhere down the line saying that she misses me or something equally full of crap. But this is getting old. I think I've finally hit my limit. I didn't know where that limit was but apparently I've met my quota of straight girl bullshit for a while. Maybe next time will be different. But I'll definitely go into anything in the future with a much better viewpoint and with the good advice to not get too attached!
Lesson learned.
So after that conversation we had I text her the next day something along the lines of, "hey, you gonna text me today?" And I got nothing back. I was pissed. On top of that, I had a bad day at work and when I got home, mommy needed a drink kids.
As much as I held back all day I couldn't help myself. I sent her a drunk text at like three in the morning. Whoops. It was a Shit or Get Off the Pot text, pretty much. I just called her out on her nonsense. My friend Krystal was there to give me the strength to send it. She's had her fair share of straight girl nonsense and I think some past resentment of getting treated like shit herself bubbled up in her. I figured she knew what she was doing and she agreed that I'm getting played hardcore. But anyways, of course, I get nothing back. But it was three in the morning when I sent it. I didn't expect to really.
Krystal was sure I'd get a text back the next day from that, though. But nope, nothing. So I gave it one last shot. A sober shot this time. This was going to be my last text to her. It was a plea to just tell me what was up. To just tell me if she was scared, uninterested, wanting attention or just trying to keep me interested until she figured out what she wanted whenever that may be. I am just done. If Playstation Network wasn't fucked up I'd have less time to think about this stupid bullshit. But I have nothing to occupy myself these days. And I just think about it, and think about it, and it just annoys the shit out of me.
Well about four hours later I actually get a text back. It's this big long text about how she's been so busy at work and blah, blah, blah... You wanna know where the world's smallest violin is? In my hands right now playing the saddest song ever over Baley's busy schedule. It takes a MAXIMUM of twenty seconds to say, "sorry I'm busy, I'll text you later." It's simple. That simple text makes her look like less of a douche and puts my mind at ease for the moment. Don't be trying to guilt trip me here for wanting one fucking text message over a 48 hour window.
I didn't text her back. She won't get an apology out of me. Fuck that shit.
I'm a great smallest violin in the world player, by the way. The best I've heard. Tell your friends.
So I dunno. It's a lost cause. I'm sure I'll get another text somewhere down the line saying that she misses me or something equally full of crap. But this is getting old. I think I've finally hit my limit. I didn't know where that limit was but apparently I've met my quota of straight girl bullshit for a while. Maybe next time will be different. But I'll definitely go into anything in the future with a much better viewpoint and with the good advice to not get too attached!
Lesson learned.