I know you love it when I’m all scatterbrained and I post anyway. I just know you do. So, just to oblige you, here is this:
- I adore the smell of fresh clean boy with manly soap. Seriously. Whatever they put in men’s soap and deodorant is like crack to me. Mr. Big is now talking about leaving his soap in my apartment for just this reason.
- Secretly, I’m sure he will never do such a thing. Because that would mean something of his would live at my place. And he is especially phobic about stuff like that.
- I am still battling that f-ing cat litterbox smell. I’m starting to think it’s all in my head. My friends say my apartment doesn’t smell, and yet I smell it every time I walk in the door. What’s up with that? And please send help.
- I am tired.
- Today is a very weird day. By the end of it, I’m sure I won’t like it anymore. But right now, in just this second, I can find at least one thing to be grateful for. I could find more if I got another email. Although I feel I may never, and I will be back where I started.
- I don’t know how, but I still miss him. Maybe I always will.
- I am on the verge of making a new life. Teetering on the edge really. Just dipping my toe into the pool. Just one little breeze and I’m all in. Go on, I dare you…. push me.
- I’ve been looking for reasons to start over for months now. I am just starting to realize the only real reason is just for me. And I am ready in so many ways. All I need is a little help and I’m there. I will make this happen. I think.
After I turned down Retro Boy, he responded nicely and we parted ways. Honestly, I didn’t think of it again. Over the coming months I had other dates and a lot of personal change and I really did completely forget about him.
Until six months later when he emailed me out of the blue.
As I said before, he is a genuinely nice guy. I didn’t blow him off maliciously or harbor any ill will for him. He didn’t do anything nasty. So when he dropped me a line, I was nice right back. There was no reason not to be. We had parted on good terms, and he already knew I wasn’t interested in dating him. I figured it was an odd but friendly hello. And for a while, it was.
We chatted about our lives, I told him I had moved recently. It was nice. Just as I was starting to wonder exactly where he was going with all of this random small talk, he stepped up and told me. Or rather, he asked me out again.
Let me restate that in case you missed it. We went on one date. I turned him down for future dates. He disappeared. Six months later he reappeared and asked me out again out of the blue. Right. Just making sure you got that.
I was floored. I still didn’t want to go out with him, but that was a brand new maneuver I’d never seen anyone pull before. I sat on the email for longer than usual before replying. As I always was with him, I was polite. But I told him nothing had changed for me and I still wasn’t interested. And I waited to see what would happen.
What happened was exactly nothing. He fell silent and didn’t email again. I shrugged it off and assumed that was that. I felt a little bad that I had to reject him again, but giving him false hope seemed worse. I had done the right thing. Hopefully he was off finding a date with someone who thought he was the bee’s knees. And so I forgot about it again.
That was almost exactly six months ago. And there is a very good reason I remembered this story just recently. A reason I will surely give you….
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