The Other Half

For me, I have always found myself infinitely more comfortable with guys who could sleep well next to me. Mike was probably given most of his slack for the fact that I slept really well next to him (the two of us awake was the problem). Other guys I have dated have never gotten really close to me simply because we couldn't sleep next to each other well. Once, there was a insomniac who I stopped seeing specifically because he was completely unable to sleep next to me at all. My most recent ex-(kinda)boyfriend had an indentation in his mattress from when he was married. I should have known how the relationship was to pan out since her indentation was closer to the center, but he slept all the way on the edge of his side. Eventually I would find myself in a situation where I would be moving closer to him, and he would have removed himself (emotionally) from the relationship. So at this point in my dating life I will marvel at how fantastically Chuck and I sleep together. The two of us had a sleepover last night, and as I got up this morning I noticed that we only used half of the bed (and I sleep on a full size mattress). Without being completely entangled, we managed to stay tucked in beside one another all night. It was fantastic. I was elated at the notion of not finding any fatal flaws in this budding relationship. In fact, I am constantly suprised by the new things I find comfort in with Chuck. It's all been so simple and comfortable. I can be a total goof around him, and still be very cute, or sexy, or whatever I feel like being at any given moment. He loves my taste in music, but has some bands he listens to that I don't (yet). He is interested in some of the same things as me, but still has interests outside of my scope of knowledge. I am excited to see where this goes....finally.

New Direction

Business is a bit slow, and the snow is a coming down a bit too fast. The big boss is sick, and the new designer has yet to come in since the big boss is not in to show her around. Just when I thought I may have to wait another 3 weeks before things change at work, I am told to go home. At first it seemed a bit strange. Why would I be sent home early and then told not to come back until Monday? Did I do something wrong? Apparently the big boss feels that I should take a long weekend and come back on Monday so that I may be there when the new designer comes in. That way I can start working with her from the start. Who would have thought that my new gig would start so soon? I, for one, am exstatic. The long (paid) weekend will also help me get a leg up on the website tweaks I need to finish for my own clothing line. Hopefully I will be as productive as I anticipate being. Wish me luck.

Unproductive

Sometimes I feel that there are too few hours in the week to get everything done. I try to go to the gym at least 3 times a week, which I tend to barely squeeze in. I try to check my email and post new blogs almost everyday, which is working out to a certain degree, and I try to see all my friends and hang out as well as spend time with Chuck, and I try to work on my own line. The last two things I seem to be failing in. I feel that I am pressed for time to see everyone who I used to see before I started working a regular job. When I was making my own schedule and doing freelance work I had oodles of time, and I was able to manipulate my schedule to work around others'. Since my office is almost an hour from my house, and I work a 40 hour week, I am finding it difficult to get it all done like I used to. I am also finding myself torn between social time and time to work on my own line. I have the new website up, but there are some finishing touches that have been left undone for almost a month. I feel really guilty about not being able to concentrate on the things I find the most important to me. Work is necessary, but it's not what I really love, and the things I love the most are being set to the side. I hope that eventually I can find the necessary balance.

Letters

In the past 12 months I have received two very notable letters. The first was an email from a very close friend who was being the most hurtful, unsupportive person in the world. I had the unfortunate coincidence of being on the same highway as a drunk driver. Having never had anything more than a parking ticket in the 9 years I have been driving, finding myself facing a cement median and my airbags deploying was quite shocking. My body will never completely recover from the muscle damage I suffered as a result of the impact. The responding officer could see where I had been hit (from behind) and was very helpful. When he couldn't find my license I told him the number from memory. I was crying non-stop, but I had my wits about me. Needless to say, my former best friend came to pick me up. Though no one else shared her opinion, she decided that I was driving drunk. Assumptions can be very dangerous, and they definitely caused an irreparable break in our friendship. Within 24 hours of the most horrific experience of my life I was being accused of having brought this trauma upon myself. The clincher is that this person knows better considering she has a master's degree in psychology! Needless to say, I didn't take the accusations well. Coupled with all the other strange assumptions that came along with drunk driving were dating men double my age, and having a drug problem...what?!? I saved the email and my response to remind myself what exactly occurred. Since I deeply believe that every negative eventually begets a positive, I found a certain irony when last weekend I was given another note. My boyfriend (yay! Chuck is officially a boyfriend!) wrote me a poem. He explained how deeply he cares for me, and that he feels close to me even though we haven't known each other so long. I felt special to have had the opportunity to receive something meant just for me, in a good way. The shot to the chest I had 8 months ago with my former best friend's email was quickly filled with a warm feeling once I read Chuck's letter.

Patience and Persistance

I finally got a chance to talk to the big boss about getting me a new gig in the company. I went in with my manager, and the two of us outlined the new plan for him. Turns out he just hired a new designer, and she will start tomorrow. This person will be in charge of redefining our collections and really getting into the construction and production overseas. I am interested to see what the new designer will do, and how the company will soon be able to grow because of this. The boss is now able to find other tasks for me in a supportive roll to her as well as the other marketing-type things I was looking to do. Since the designer is only starting on Monday, however, we have to wait until she is settled in before the boss can really see how I can be helpful to her. At least I am on a path towards what I want, but I must wait until the end of February before I can really be in my new position. I'm crossing my fingers that I can be patient.

#8 Worst Date

This bad date I walked into knowingly. A guy I worked with was dubbed "the one-upper" by the other salespeople in his area. Every time something would come up in conversation this guy felt the need to interject that he had "been there, done that" before the others, or more than the others. No one really liked him, but his pompousness was amusing to me. Fortunately for me, I didn't have to listen to him often because I didn't work directly with him. Generally speaking, I tend to give off a vibe that makes guys feel like I don't put up with a lot of crap. For some reason, this guy didn't get the memo. Even though he was the type with the fragile ego that constantly needed boosting, he was under the impression that the two of us would be a good pair. He was wrong. Very wrong. I had to indulge him once simply because I was perplexed by what attracted him to me. Did I seem like I would put up with the constant boasting? Did he feel like I was beneath him? Where did the attraction stem from? We went out on a Friday night. He took me to dinner and a movie. The entire time I smiled and nodded. The constant onslaught of ridiculousness was overwhelming. I learned that according to my date, his skin was somehow superhuman because tanning was "healthy" for him (perhaps his ego could somehow ward off skin cancer too?). He also "enlightened" me to how it is impossible to lose fat without ridding your body of all its water first (how 1980s is that notion? aerobics in plastic sweatsuits anyone?). Inside I was laughing and hoping for the night to end quickly simultaneously. Ironically, I never quite figured out why "the one-upper" was in to me, but my fascination ended that evening. Never again. Seriously.

The Last Stand

Mike texted me yesterday. I was surprised I even heard from him. When he called after a week and a half of being MIA I didn't answer. 4 days later he texts me. He apologized for being unavailable. It was definitely too little too late. I explained that I really didn't feel like we were going anywhere, and that I don't feel very close to him because he doesn't open up to me at all. He told me that he just isn't an open person (read: I will never get him to open up to me, and will never feel totally comfortable with him as a result). I explained that I can't handle that in a relationship and that it's not fair for me to drive him crazy looking for something he can't give. His answer was to say that since we are still sexually compatible we should keep hooking up until one of us starts seeing someone new (in my eyes he is not so sexually compatible with me...see the previous Mike posts). Ironically, in his absence I have started seeing someone else who is fantastic. So Mike can go about being busy with anyone else, because I am soon to be unavailable.

Titles

My life is about titles right now. At work, I am desperately trying to get a new title, and in life I am trying to find out if I will soon have the title of "girlfriend" again. As for work, things are moving along in the right direction. I am in initial talks with my boss about new responsibilities. He is with me on what I would like to do and thinks it would be a good idea. Unfortunately he is unwilling to allow me to take on these new tasks while simulatenously leaving my position in sales. I have no interest in selling, and I will have enough work with this new position to never have to call another account. I need him to see that. Also, my redistribution allows someone else at work to be given my old position. Someone who I am close with, and who wants very badly to be redistributed too. It would mean two people get what they want, and both of us would get pay raises as well. Next week is the big meeting in which I plan to emerge victorious. In life, Chuck plans to emerge victorious. He is vying for the position of boyfriend, though I don't think it involves a pay raise. It has been years since I could officially call anyone a boyfriend. The last couple boyfriends were exclusive, but refused to be given the title. I think I may be a bit out of practice. What I love the most about him is that he is fairly evenly matched to me, but I didn't expect him to be. He is intelligent, open to communication, affectionate, and attentive. Finally, I really think I may have a boyfriend again, and I can relax. I am finished with having to keep a circus ring of guys in limbo in an attempt to find one that will not screw it up. I am excited at the prospect of being able to build something with one person that can actually be stable and good. For now, I am waiting until my head catches up with my heart before I bestow him the title.

The Sheets

I feel like the world may have stopped for a bit. I met someone who I thought would be a total flake. While bracing myself for yet another guy who was sub-par I found myself enthralled with someone who has no problem spending time with me, calls frequently, and generally appreciates me on many (non-sexual) levels. I love it! I almost forgot what this feeling was like. I am finally comfortable and enjoying my new relationship-ness. This weekend was spent mostly in my bed with Chuck. Thousands of soft kisses later, I still feel like someone needs to poke me and wake me up out of this dream. As we drifted off to sleep the other night he whispered "when you're ready, just let me know." Obviously I will wait a bit before I declare us "an official couple", but we are definitely on the right path.

Redistribution

The big boss gets back tomorrow. I have successfully waited out the month long period of his absence in the hope that his return will allow me to renegotiate my responsibilities at the company. For a while I didn't think I would make it. Some days were so bad that I seriously weighed the pros and cons of becoming a stripper in order to make money. I decided against it. I really want to work for this company, just not in the position I am currently in. I am a creative person with a degree in design. I have no place in a design company answering phones and processing orders. I found out recently that my boss has been looking for a designer, sketcher, and pattern maker for almost a year now. I have all of the necessary skills to do that type of thing. Hopefully he will realize this and start using me in those capacities. If I can do what I love to do, then it really won't feel like I'm going to work.

Renaming

I have a strange habit when it comes to my cell phone: I like to rename people who I no longer contact (for good reason) with nicknames reminding me why I don't speak to them. Most of them are ex-boyfriends with a few backstabbing girls sprinkled in there (for a little variety). I fear that if I delete the contacts I will accidentally pick up on someone I have no interest in speaking to. Unfortunately I learned this the hard way a few times. Since then I have sworn to never delete another nutcase again. A few of my favorites are: F*ckOff, PlayaPlaya, LazyAs*Matt, MitchIsAnA*s, SelfishA*shole, Skirtchaser, JudgementalBi*ch, and the newest edition, BusyMike. Skirtchaser was inadvertently erased at some point and was re-added when I accidentally picked up his call almost a year after we had stopped talking. He felt it was still appropriate to attempt making me a booty call. LazyAs*Matt was not too lazy to try to re-establish contact for 6 months after I told him I had no interest in dating someone with absolutely no ambition whatsoever. Finally, BusyMike joins the ranks of guys who have been re-named. It turns out my attempts to be patient with him have failed. I realized that I deserve more than the feeling that I am never present in his mind. Clearly there is not room for me in Mike's life, and I have to accept that. At the same time, I have no qualms about letting him go since it will only be a matter of time before he is replaced (hopefully by someone with better intentions for me).

K-Mart

When I was in NYC the summer before my senior year of high school, I met a girl from Kansas who was in the same summer pre-college program with me at Parsons School of Design. We were walking around the big apple and happened upon a Big K-Mart. She announced that back in Kansas K-Mart is fun, and Big K-Mart is BIG FUN! This stuck with me. The other day I was in the south suburbs and happened upon a Big K-Mart. I haven't seen one in years, so I stopped in. Most times I can be put in nearly any large store and find clothing to incorporate into my wardrobe. I have conquered Target, Walmart, Discovery, and Dots. At K-Mart, though, I actually had trouble finding anything I liked. The clothes were a total yawn and the fit was terrible! The store layout was so depressing I actually wanted to cry, and the lighting was downright yellow. I felt so badly for the poor souls that had to work there a full day! After much searching I finally found 3 things that made me happy: A really cute pair of silver ballet flats with big bling on the toe (for $15), a convertible strapless bra from fruit of the loom (for $11), and a bra from Joe Boxer made out of t-shirt material (for $11 too). That was all, but at least it wasn't a complete let-down. I will say, though, that Big K-Mart no longer equals big fun for me.

...And Another One

I hate waiting. I am working on being more patient, but sometimes enough is enough. Mike called me on Monday night for a whopping 10 minutes. As he hung up with me he said that he would call me "tomorrow." Apparently Mike had more important things to do this week because I am still waiting for that call back. Not even so much as a text message has come my way. We have been seeing each other for 6 weeks now, and I still can't manage to feel like I have any space in his life. I don't feel like it's my job to make him care, and clearly he doesn't. Calling someone is not a very taxing thing to do, and actions (or in this case, non-action) speak louder than words. Mike's leeway has just let up. The few blissful moments have now become outweighed by this consistent feeling that I am nothing but a side dish. With Mike, I am only worthy of filling otherwise unused space, but undeserving of my own time slot. In this case, being single is far more emotionally healthy than continuing to be marginalized.

Sake Bomb-ed (The Sequel)

So I would say that I generally am not a sushi kinda girl. It's all very exotic and chic to go for sushi, but it's just not my thing. My date with Daniel, just like the sushi, was undercooked in my eyes. I was underwhelmed by Daniel's personality and looks. Turns out low lighting can make some people appear much more attractive than they really are. This time around there was no low lighting, and Daniel did not measure up. I think some guys are entertaining for about 5 minutes until they run out of gas. Daniel is definitely part of that group. On top of being fairly boring, he is also the kind of sarcastic that borders on offensive. Making fun of someone a bit is cute, but consistently putting someone down and then laughing like it's a joke is downright annoying. On all fronts I would say he is out. To be 36 and single either means that the person is fantastic, but has bad luck in dating, or that they just don't have it together enough to find a long term relationship. I guess I figured out which group this one belongs to. Next time, I will take my California Maki Roll....to go.

#9 Worst Date

I was supposed to meet Jerry at his place in the city. I arrived about 5 minutes early, which I didn't expect (since when is the highway empty at 8pm going towards downtown?). When I called him he said he would be down in a few minutes. 45 minutes later, he actually showed up. I was at the point where I would have turned around and gone him in another minute. I was pissed. He had me waiting in my car for nearly an hour! What made things worse is Jerry didn't seem to think that this was a problem, which just made me more annoyed at him (I expect people to take responsibility for their own screw ups). After a few minutes, Jerry finally apologized, and I had simmered down a bit. We went to the first bar and met up with a bunch of his friends. They were all very sociable people, and I really started to enjoy himself. Jerry's roommate, however, kept trying to hit on me (and not in a subtle way either). It was rather awkward considering his date was there and I was on a date with his roommate. Otherwise, though, things were going well. We moved on to the second bar, started both drinking and flirting harder. I was really getting to like Jerry. I forgave him from his rough start, and we were getting along nicely. Unfortunately we decided to do a shot of tequila. After that it was all downhill. Jerry, apparently, gets very pessimistic when drinking tequila. We left the bar and went back to one of his friends' apartments to make midnight pizza. The tequila hit his system right about the time we got through the front door. His roommate's advances also hit him. Before I knew what hit me I had Jerry in my ear asking me repeatedly, "do you think I'm an as*hole?" He got very angry when I finally answered yes (I always answer yes to those type of questions). The onslaught of insults that came after that remains blurry. I just wanted to run away. On my way home Jerry called at least 10 times but I would not pick up. I did not want to hear any more out of Jerry. Needless to say, he was persistent. After a few days I gave in. I refused to see him before he left town, but once he had left the distance made me feel safe in re-establishing contact (if he really annoyed me again, all I would have to do is hang up the phone). Either way, the first date definitely goes down in the books as one of the worst.

#10 Worst Date

The one problem with online dating (not that there is only one problem, really) is that people can write whatever they like, and no one gets to fact check the profile. Generally, I expect a certain amount of information to be glossed over, but to get a basic feeling for a person from their profiles. During my short stint on the online dating scene, my first face-to-face date was with a 38 year old guy I had a very amusing chat with online. He was in finance, very attractive, physically fit, and a bit too old for me. I figured I would give him a shot. We met for coffee (it's in public, and can only last for 1-3 hours). We talked. We flirted. It was really nice, actually. Once the topic of family came up, though, I had no idea what I was in for. His profile stated that he was single (meaning: not divorced, not separated), and had no children. What he MEANT to say was that he was divorced TWICE and had half a dozen children! His first wife he married in his twenties and had two girls with. When they divorced he took custody of the girls, and was now raising a 15 year old and a 13 year old. If we do the math I am 13 years younger than him (at 38) and only 10 and 12 years older than his daughters: I am closer in age to his little girls than I am to him! Also, since he lives with them I would be in a relationship with them too should anything get serious. On top of that he has 4 kids with his second wife! She takes care of them on a daily basis, but the youngest is 4 years old! The last one will not be off to college for another 14 years. That's a lot to handle! Now, I'm a whopping 25 years old, so even as mature as I may be, there is absolutely no reason why I should have any interest in entering into a relationship a guy with that much baggage. It's like bringing a full set of suitcases onto a plane that only allows one carry on. Had I known his true situation I would have been able to make an informed decision, but he lied on his profile, so all I thought I was dealing with was a sizable age gap. The most any woman can hope to be to this man is his 3rd wife, and the mother of his 7th child. I think there may be a woman out there for him, but honey, it is certainly NOT me. Seriously.

Sake Bomb (Part 1)

Once upon a time I joined a dating website (for 3 weeks, then ran screaming from the onslaught of male e-admiration). During the time I was on it I met a few guys, one of which is Mike. Once I started dating Mike I really stopped checking my inbox of my dating profile, except for one message from Daniel. Daniel wrote me to tell me he had a big crush on me, but since I was already dating Mike (and Sam) I felt it better to let him know that I was sort of unavailable, and it wouldn't be fair to him to enter a complex situation such as mine. He thanked me for my honesty, but left me his number in case anything changed. I ran into him a few weeks ago, and he was very amused that I actually had his number in my phone (though I had not called him). One hour-long conversation later, Daniel made the decision that we could be friends, but that he didn't want to compete with my boys. So since Sam is now out of the picture, I had debated momentarily calling Daniel. I decided he probably knew too much about my situation, so I stopped myself. Today, however, I found a text on my phone from Daniel (who must be psychically connected to my dating life) asking if we could go get sushi. So, I told replied "one down. how's Thurs?" So we are getting sushi, and in less than a week I still have 2 guys in the picture.

Extra Credit

My best friend and I were talking about Mike. She noticed that I give him quite a lot of wiggle room in areas I tend to not budge at all with guys. I never put up with guys who refuse to make time for me, or can't be bothered to call and see how I am, but Mike somehow gets away with it. He also gets away with being rather selfish in bed, which another sticking point for me (I actually have stopped, gotten dressed, and left on more than one guy who was too selfish in bed). Why is Mike special? I really can't figure it out. I think it's because I understand that where he is in life is transitional right now. He will be moving much closer to me, which will help the amount of time we can spend together. He will be changing jobs pretty soon, which will effect how much time off he has (right now he only is off Sundays, which are full of errands for him). I just can't say that he isn't trying, but it's obvious that there is very little room for me in his life. The bedroom stuff is something I have to really sit him down and talk to him about. I feel like something may be going on that I am not aware of, or he may really have not gotten the hints I have been dropping. I guess for now he is skating by of "ifs." Eventually he will either drag for so long he will lose his footing (and my infatuation with him), or he will find a way to include me in his life.

Marry Jerry?

I would say that Jerry (my long distance woulda-been-boyfriend) is slightly infatuated with me. By slightly, I mean he is fairly certain that I am the woman he will marry. He has informed me of his "3 year plan" before, but last night he hashed out every detail. I was on the phone with him for 2hrs, 43min, and 32sec (my phone was counting, not me). Needless to say, we talked about a lot of things. I really do like him as a person. We have similar levels of intellect, ambition, energy, and extroversion. There is definitely a lot of potential for major compatibility, but to make that decision when you are far away from a person who you have not spent long amounts of time with face to face seems a little strange to me. Granted, it is a big compliment, and I am very flattered. I would love for Jerry to be right: In a year and a half he will move back to Chicago and sweep me off my feet, we will fall madly in love with one another, and a year later he will marry me. Especially with all the ridiculous guys I have come across lately (one of these days I should write out my top 10 worst dates...they are truly hilarious) I would love to be able to settle down with a guy who is exciting, but comfortable, and truly loves being with me. If I will be single in a year and a half has yet to be determined. If it is truly meant to be it will happen. For now, I have to sort through everything around me.

Case of the Mondays

I have never dreaded going back to work as much as I do at this very moment. I am hoping and praying that I make it through the next 2 weeks without a total meltdown. I will not be able to access the Internet when I am bored. I have very few people that are "on my list" to call, and I will have my manager nagging me constantly. They say our busy season is starting, so hopefully that translates into busy phones. Then I will have something to occupy my time until I get to renegotiate my responsibilities at work. Maybe if that works out I will have something going smoothly in my life, and that may allow other areas to fall into place. The thing is, I still have this mental picture of myself in my own office with my business partner (and the customary small dog every designer totes along) happily working on my own fashion line. It is fun, and frantic, and fantastic all at the same time. Really, that is what I want my life to be. I understand that if I am patient, it will come to me. Until then, I have to worry about riding this job out for as long as I can learn something about running a successful fashion business (my boss also started on his dining room table 25 years ago). Hopefully I can find a way to look forward to going to work until I get my new position. Once that happens, I know I will be excited about what I'm doing. Patience, however, was never my strong suit.

TextSexLess

I reached a whole new level of awkward tonight with my TextSexBuddy. Relationships that are both so shallow and so deep at the same time never work out in the end. While Brandon was on vacation I had missed him while I was at work. Nothing makes the day pass like naughty IMs with a person you never met. Tonight, we had started texting again, but it was different. I was perplexed by how to proceed. I knew any real contact would result in a rather large bubble bursting. It didn't seem there was anywhere to go, and having a long term text relationship with someone I would not be able to meet seemed even weirder. Brandon called when he got home and we started to get hot and heavy on the phone. After a while, though, I hit a wall. There was nothing more to say. Nothing else to do. He got quiet too, and then he wouldn't respond at all. I hung up. Before, if his phone really did cut out he would text me to let me know he couldn't call. This time there was no follow-up message. Looks like I finally figured out how to end this very odd relationship: Hang up the phone.

Mike Nixes Nicotine

I guess I was not the only one in my circle to make a new year's resolution. While chatting on the phone with Mike last night, I was informed that he made the decision to quit smoking. I am very excited about this, but apparently the withdrawal will affect his mood. He apologized in advance for his mood swings, but I am still a little apprehensive. Mike is not the type of guy who is especially expressive: When he gets angry he tends to just shut down and stop talking. I am more likely to get the silent treatment if he is having a bad day (which IS better than being yelled at, but still not very good). I told him that he is going to do what he will, but that I will give him one "out." Once he really annoys me we will, inevitably, stop talking. When he recovers his level of patience (which either means he goes back to smoking or completely stops craving cigarettes) he can call me and tell me he was having a moment, and I will forgive him ONCE. It works in theory, I will keep you posted as to how things go. Since Sam is out of the picture (though he is trying to wedge his way back in) I have less distractions. Hopefully Mike can keep himself together while he nixes nicotine.

Disconnected

So my manager announced today that as of Monday I do not get to bring my laptop to work anymore, which means i will be unable to access the Internet all day. I'm sorry, but without Internet at my fingertips, sitting at a desk all day is about as exciting as watching golf (my sincerest apologies to those who LIKE watching golf). Shoot me. I don't know how long I can take this. Hopefully I can renegotiate my computer's presence when I talk to the big boss at the end of this month. I will hopefully be doing some online investigating as a part of my new position, and then I will be reconnected to the worldwide web once again. I'm crossing my fingers...

Up, Up and Away

Chocolate chip cookies are my Prozac. I love them (and they love my thighs, but that is besides the point). They make me happy. Sometimes when I am having a bad day, all I really need is a chocolate chip cookie. Today had been shaping up to not be so good. My head is stuffy (since I broke my humidifier), I didn't sleep well (since my sinuses were dry, because I broke my humidifier), and I had trouble getting to work today (since it was hard to get up, because I didn't sleep well, since my sinuses were dry, because I broke my humidifier). At 1pm, however, I finished my lunch and got to eat my chocolate chip cookie. After that it was all smooth sailing. Who knew some flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate could be so effective at mood-elevation.

Another One Bites The Dust

Sam became a thing of my past today. I can't stand it when guys can't work me into their schedules. He really didn't even try to make time. He has officially started a new record for times a guy has gotten away with cancelling on me (3 total, in case you were wondering). I am done dealing with it. Besides, if I have to choose, Mike is much more exciting to me (now,if I can just get him to reconsider the oral-sex thing).
The last moment went like this:
sam: ...it sounds like you are not my baby anymore...
me: no one can be your baby you are too damn busy.
sam: and here i was tweakin on u... hopin u were tweaking on me... ;(
me: cant tweak on someone who is not there. you don't have time i have no opportunity.
sam: wow... it sounds like u have officially dumped me...
me: i don't see any effort. i haven't heard your voice in over 10 days. barely a text message, and no time together really in the 3 weeks. you started strong and then just fell off and never got back up.
sam: i see... so love don't live here anymore...
(leave it to a lyricist to quote a song at the strangest moments)
BYE SAM!