Diary of a Stiletto Junkie

Perhaps drinking a bottle of wine by myself at dinner before going to pick my roommate up from a bar was not the best idea.

BG: Question… Aren’t you seeing B?

Me: Well, that’s complicated so I’ll answer as honestly as possible.  We were, we didn’t stop necessarily but very rarely speak anymore.  I require more, if he wanted to be with me he would make the time, he doesn’t seem to want to.  So, sort of.  Make sense?

BG: Yes, actually.

No big deal, right.  Yeah, can’t leave well enough alone.

Me: So, question.  I am overthinking this or do you just not want to do this anymore?

NB: Um, I like spending time with you, I’ve just got a lot going on and don’t want to be tied down. *blah blah blah*

Me: No worries, I just don’t like guessing at things, I like honesty. I don’t do tied down.  I am really easy to handle.   I don’t need constant entertainment, I am happy being around you.  But if you can’t or don’t want to make room for me in your life, then maybe it just isn’t right.  Have fun fishing tomorrow, I’ll talk to you sometime.  Sweet dreams babe.

Why bother being surprised, it ended just like I said it would.


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