Last post about the Stephanie break-up, I swear.
Finally had "The Talk" and confirmed everything that had been building up over the last few weeks. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. I should be used to rejection by now, but it hurts all the same. I feel like the last one left in a rain-drenched "free kittens" box.
That said, I'm glad it's over with. The burden of wondering was worse than the burden of heartbreak; I ate a good solid meal for the first time in days today. I hated being strung along, and I'm not really upset over losing "her" so much as I am upset of losing "someone." I had hoped that my first foray into dating in five years would yield something more than a bruised heart and broken self-esteem, though.
Anyway. That's done. How long until I get another foolish crush?
Luckily for my mood, the weather outside is wonderful. It's been raining off and on the last few days, and soaked shoes and missing jackets notwithstanding, it's been a joy. Driving with the window down, sleeping with the balcony door open. Perfect temperature to snuggle up in a blanket with the cat, the sun doesn't keep me awake or blind me, the neighborhood children stay inside and quiet, and the trees are all shedding leaves and preparing for winter.
Finally had "The Talk" and confirmed everything that had been building up over the last few weeks. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. I should be used to rejection by now, but it hurts all the same. I feel like the last one left in a rain-drenched "free kittens" box.
That said, I'm glad it's over with. The burden of wondering was worse than the burden of heartbreak; I ate a good solid meal for the first time in days today. I hated being strung along, and I'm not really upset over losing "her" so much as I am upset of losing "someone." I had hoped that my first foray into dating in five years would yield something more than a bruised heart and broken self-esteem, though.
Anyway. That's done. How long until I get another foolish crush?
Luckily for my mood, the weather outside is wonderful. It's been raining off and on the last few days, and soaked shoes and missing jackets notwithstanding, it's been a joy. Driving with the window down, sleeping with the balcony door open. Perfect temperature to snuggle up in a blanket with the cat, the sun doesn't keep me awake or blind me, the neighborhood children stay inside and quiet, and the trees are all shedding leaves and preparing for winter.
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I know how you feel as far as apartment redecorating goes. I recommend either one of two routes. You can either go out and think of the type of place you'd like to live at, and then buy a bunch of random crap. Next, start reorganizing the place with no particular end goal, and just let everything "fall in place". Approach (b) is to find a girl with proven taste in design and let her go nuts with the "house makeover" project.
I personally prefer the former of the two routes, but the later has its moments, too. I bet you could steal everything you need at walmart too, and run out the front door with it, never to be seen again!@
And bah, sucks about the girl... although being rejected is probably a bit better than the fog of uncertainty. (imo, anyways)
btw, let me know if you want a lift to the party in terre haute next weekend. It'll be a rockin' good time. =)
[Edited on Oct 21, 2004 1:46PM]
I used to have a Bosch tarot deck. Very cool.
I know what you mean about breakups. Ug. Fucking evil Cupid, that summamabitch.
Also, thanks for the birthday wishes and I'm glad I could fulfill your twisted balloon fantasies!