I'll Get Over It
It's not the end of the world, really. (Even if I stared at my web page far too late last night wondering why on earth it looked so weird... and what was with that massive amount of white space anyway?)
So hey, guess what?
Every time I think I can have Jay back in my life in some positive way, he manages to show me otherwise.
So I've been thinking about a lot of things and I do still miss Jay's company and I guess I sort of wondered if maybe we could hang out sometime or if the sexual attraction we have would just get in the way of anything. So I figured, after thinking about it for a week or so, that I'd just send him a text and see what his thought on it all was.
So I sent him a text the other week.
"Hey, how's it going?"
You know, neutral, positive, checking in since we haven't had contact in a few weeks.
And the text I got back?
"Hey, it's going great, who's this?"
So he's deleted my contact information.
I mean, I'm sad, sure. I thought that when he said he always stays friends with his exes that that meant we'd always sort of hover in the background of each other's lives.
And I suppose in some way it gave me a comfort to know he was around and that I could probably cuddle or smooch him at some point in the future if I wanted to or needed to or something.
And so the fact that he... got rid of me? Made me sad.
Made me miss all the things I thought he was.
But it also felt like the Universe keeps politely trying to tell me to just effing move on from this dolt already.
So, yeah. I guess Jay and I aren't even friends anymore.