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| Never fails |
| 12.27.04 (10:49 pm) [edit] |
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Every time he leaves, we have some sort of fight. I think I pick fights subconsciously even though I ultimately express exactly what I feel. Some thoughts are probably best left unexpressed. It's another P Man post coming up. I need to get some stuff off my chest. So you can move along...nothing to see here :lol: We shouldn't even be fighting. We're supposed to be friends. Right now, we're friends with benefits, and I don't think it's very good for me. The chemistry is great in the sack, but what I fear is that I'll hope things will go somewhere. And common sense tells me things will never go anywhere. Tonight I pissed him off by telling him I didn't think he had his shit together and that I didn't think he was that mature. My reasoning was that he still likes going partying and getting drunk with his buddies every weekend, he is still waffling on what he wants to do, and that he rents a bachelor pad with a roommate. His rebuttal...he enjoys partying with his friends and he's still young; he has a business diploma and every aviation certificate out there and he works for a huge, well-known company; what's wrong with living with your best friend? Maybe what I really meant was that he wasn't mature enough to have a real relationship with a woman, but I can't exactly say that since we're not together. And who says he wants that anyway? (Oh wait...he did at one point say he wanted something long-term.) I've been so good with having clean breaks with past boyfriends. What's my problem with this one? Right now the only thing different from the way things were two weeks ago is that we say we're not dating anymore. Well, perhaps we're not. We don't go anywhere, and there's no goal of getting to know each other better (although it just happens). I asked him if he had many platonic female friends, and he said no. However, to him, he and I can be friends now since we've already slept together. I was saying stuff tonight to push him away. Am I supposed to remember that he wants to be more than friends? I even said to him that I wondered how long our friendship would last...[talk about being cold!!] I think the longest it'd be would be 'til one of us started dating someone. More than likely it'd be him since I'm going on that sabbatical. :lol: Am I going to like hearing it? No. It will sting. |
posted by: gfak40 (reply)
post date: 12.28.04 (3:58 am)
Thanks for sharing this stuff. I'm not the type to offer any advice. I'm more of the "smart-ass-sort-of-enjoying-your-youthful-pain-in-a-very-sympathetic-way" type! Just keep remembering the Red Sox won the World Series and you'll be fine ;)
posted by: rosietulips (reply)
post date: 12.28.04 (9:20 am)
Reply to: gfak40
It's kind of embarrassing posting all that knowing that people will read it. And ew, baseball.
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