Los abandonados

I joke about the trail of broken hearts I leave behind but I joke about it because it makes me uncomfortable. I hate disappointing people. And I remember all to well what it's like to have your emotions unrequited. But it's inevitable that when you put yourself out there, you will meet people who are more into you than you to them.

Yesterday the subtext of one of those relationships became the text. If that wasn't awkward enough, it happened while I was flirty-texting Postillero and making plans to meet again next week(!). I didn't even post here about meeting him--partly because it happened during a busy weekend and partly because it just wasn't that noteworthy. We chatted, we made out a bit, we Friended each other on FB. Not to sound like too much of an asshole, but that's true of at least a dozen guys over the past year.

I thought he'd take a hint from my complete lack of effort at arranging an opportunity to get together, but that hasn't deterred him. So I guess I have to bite the bullet and make a date to let him down easy. Which sucks, but it's better than ghosting him or letting this drag out indefinitely.

He'll be in good company. Ginger Farmboy hasn't texted me in over a week so I guess that false flame has been extinguished. And Sloppy Boy still texts me at least once a week. Heck, there's an unanswered message from him just from today. Why is the world so full of fools and why do I have to be one of them?