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a little reminder

 Jen thinks i'm uncontrollably attracted to Mr. Cigar because we play games.  He keeps me on my toes, we banter, we one up, it's a constant back and forth of the minds and the wills.

He wins on the will.  I have none around him.  And i don't mind that one bit.  

The mind though?  I know when someone is trying to take me down a peg or two- and i immediately throw the walls up because..well.....fuck you.  I've been at the bottom of other peoples list for most of my life, including my own.  If thats where anyone trys to put me, i am not interested in engaging.

Mr. Cigar is wild.  It's what attracts me partially.  One thing that really pisses me off, with good reason, is that he never takes accountability until WAY after the fact.  

I realize i'm getting his left over moments.  And i was/am okay with it due to me not having a lot of time to give to any man at this point.  So in a way, he is getting my left over moments.  The difference is that i come home to silence, go to bed in silence, live in silence-I have routines.  I know what i'm doing at night other than trying to stay away until 8pm at the least.

We have developed a sort of routine, of saying goodnight to each other right before sleep.  This sounds so stupid now that i'm writing it in my head, but it's how i end my night, go to sleep with a little smile.  We say goodnight and a kiss.

I know.  Stop it.

But, i look forward to it as part of my routine.  What i've told him is that as soon as we get really deep and close, he withdraws.  I see his pattern.  

The reality is, this is who he is.  He is an avoidant, no doubt.  If we have a deep, tender conversation, he almost needs to step back and .....whatever he does.  But it leaves me with a vacant space he was just filling.  

I know this is all over the place.  I'm thinking.

I used to think he was being mean to me, fucking with my head on purpose and now i tend to think it's his own issues. Really nothing to do with me.  Partially because i refuse to be dragged into the cycle.

Last night we had a little go around, he was being funny and sent me the middle finger and then a bunch of Witch emojis (because i had sent him a picture of me as a witch taken a long time ago) and so, my feelings go out of wack.  I stopped responding and went to sleep.

This morning he wants to know what is wrong.  I ignore his message.  He calls me and i tell him.  And i sound like i need someone to come help me with daily tasks in doing so.  He blows it off.  Of course.

Whats really going on here is that he goes home to a "roommate" and if i'm being honest i don't believe thats all there is to it.  He says there is no intimacy, they don't sleep together, or "sleep" together and have different routines.  I asked him if she knows she is a roommate and he says yes.

I'm dumb with him, but not stupid to the ways of men.

I have chosen to take the scraps.  So when the scraps aren't even coming.......and this is how it starts with him.....I start to need.

And that is where he wants me.

I don't want to need.  I want to know.  

And we are again at the turning point of "will this ever work"






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