May. 15th, 2018 09:59 am
Fuckboy updates
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muckefuckSo the honeymoon is over with Ginger Farmboy. It did last for a full month, ending one week after my return from the Southwest. It was Bear Night again and this time I actually made it out to the bar but it was uninspiring and I came home early for a soak in the tub. I drunktexted him and made the mistake of trying to get too deep into my conflicted feelings, leading to an awkward misunderstanding when apparently all he wanted was some steamy sex talk. I ended up apologising for killing his boner and he eventually replied "Apology accepted".
In essence, that apology was a test question with no single correct response, but taking it at face value was definitely the wrong answer. I spent most of the day seething but eventually got Nuphy on the phone for a chat (I wanted to talk to GF but he kept putting me off) and he helped me talk through it. I realised I was expecting way to much from what Diego referred to as my "spring fling" and did a full reset of my expectations. Me and D did dinner the next day at the revamped Hon Kee and I was able to burble about my trip with almost the same enthusiasm I'd mustered the week before.
So after teetering on the edge of something more intimate, we're now back down to an almost fuckboy level of communication. I promised to shield him from my "difficult emotions" and I've held to that. I did bitch to him about the awful earache the kept me home last Friday and he was solicitous enough, then vanished for four days. I vaguely remembered he had an upcoming trip but it said a lot that he could go that long without sparing a thought for me. The message that arrived this morning was the equivalent of a blank postcard from Vegas.
Meanwhile I'm unexpectedly back in communication with the previous fuckboy, Clueless Furball due to a very dumb move on my part. I'd heard nothing from him in over a month but he still has a book I lent him so I typed up a terse message requesting it back. Before sending it, I came across the bitter text I'd draughted in the depths of disappointment during that day wasted waiting on him and decided to delete it only to inadvertently send it instead. Mortified, I immediately followed up with "that wasn't meant for you" and--as a testament to just how clueless he really is--he took it at face value.
Then he did something I didn't expect at all and said "I was looking at the book thinking we need to get back together again soon tho". That, of course, was my ulterior motive in lending it to him in the first place but I'd long since concluded it was a failed gambit. So I guess he did enjoy riding my rod despite all evidence to the contrary? I swear these boys exist only to confound me.
In essence, that apology was a test question with no single correct response, but taking it at face value was definitely the wrong answer. I spent most of the day seething but eventually got Nuphy on the phone for a chat (I wanted to talk to GF but he kept putting me off) and he helped me talk through it. I realised I was expecting way to much from what Diego referred to as my "spring fling" and did a full reset of my expectations. Me and D did dinner the next day at the revamped Hon Kee and I was able to burble about my trip with almost the same enthusiasm I'd mustered the week before.
So after teetering on the edge of something more intimate, we're now back down to an almost fuckboy level of communication. I promised to shield him from my "difficult emotions" and I've held to that. I did bitch to him about the awful earache the kept me home last Friday and he was solicitous enough, then vanished for four days. I vaguely remembered he had an upcoming trip but it said a lot that he could go that long without sparing a thought for me. The message that arrived this morning was the equivalent of a blank postcard from Vegas.
Meanwhile I'm unexpectedly back in communication with the previous fuckboy, Clueless Furball due to a very dumb move on my part. I'd heard nothing from him in over a month but he still has a book I lent him so I typed up a terse message requesting it back. Before sending it, I came across the bitter text I'd draughted in the depths of disappointment during that day wasted waiting on him and decided to delete it only to inadvertently send it instead. Mortified, I immediately followed up with "that wasn't meant for you" and--as a testament to just how clueless he really is--he took it at face value.
Then he did something I didn't expect at all and said "I was looking at the book thinking we need to get back together again soon tho". That, of course, was my ulterior motive in lending it to him in the first place but I'd long since concluded it was a failed gambit. So I guess he did enjoy riding my rod despite all evidence to the contrary? I swear these boys exist only to confound me.
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