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Sick sucks

 i've been sick all week.  It sucks.

And during this time, Mr. Cigar seems to have found another distraction more interesting than me.

Less calls, less texts, less flirtation.......you know, withdrawal.

I'm not very interesting when i'm sick.

Yesterday I was home sick and i made brocoli rabe and sausage.  He texted me he was starving and i said "stop by and pick up dinner on your way home"......and he already had dinner plans.

text, text, text.......i said "you should come see how i live at some point and make sure i'm not a hoarder" to which he responded "lol"

Which is not a response.


so i waited a few hours, chewed on my own thoughts, and then did what i do......i shared those thoughts with him.

What i got back was "you are overthinking big time"

Which........is also not an answer.

Last night, no text good night.

I've been accused of overthinking before.  And it's always been by men trying to skip through the truth with me.

Why is it so hard to just say "i'm not interested".  Instead, they string you along until they are sure the other person in place.  And then they act all surprised when we have hurt feelings.  And then they can't deal with those feelings (which THEY invoked) so they ghost.

He hasn't ghosted yet.  But the texts are decidedly neutral. It's coming.

I have a deadline at work i need to focus on.  I have to get better and take care of myself.  I don't have time for this man and his stupid bullshit games.

And the rule is.........If you have to ask if he likes you, he doesn't.

He's just not into me. 


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