When it's officially over...

So I had told you a few posts ago that Southie fell off the face of the Earth. That's not exactly true. He just pulled back big time.

Instead of letting it go, I pushed him for an explanation. All he would give me is a text saying "i need to figure shit out." I assumed there was baby mama drama, but I stupidly told him I'd wait.

We ran into each other at football sunday at the usual spot after 2 weeks of not seeing each other. He came over, bought my drinks, hit on me, everything. I wasn't having it. I had been so upset with his sudden change of attitude, but I was able to get over it and moved forward.

He told me that Sunday he would take me out to dinner that week and make things up to me. I told him I'd believe him when it happened. No surprise. It didn't happen.

Now the problem with letting him go completely right then and there was that we both LOVE the Patriots. He was definitely someone I could text during games and party with at the bars on football Sunday.

But the reality is that he's just not that into me... anymore.

So last night I texted him that I was leaving for the holidays. I accept that we're done. I hope we can still be friendly should we run into each other.

He texted back that he still thinks we should hang out. I told him that I don't want that... especially since he won't tell me exactly what happened.

He didn't tell me why he pulled away. So now, we're officially over.

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Soft... again

AccountExec and I continue to see each other. Last week we went out for a nice dinner, but work has been exhausting and I was too tired to hook up.

I felt badly, but promptly made plans to head up to Boulder again. We went out for a great dinner at The Flagstaff. Sadly the winter storm obscured our view of Boulder below. Nonetheless, excellent meal and wine.

Afterwards we went back to his place, popped in a movie and started hooking up. He put on a condom, entered me and then promptly went soft.

A few posts ago he assured me it wasn't me. I chose to believe him. This time, I still don't think it's me. In fact, I knew all along that it was him. Though I didn't know why.

The following morning after we both shower and get ready for brunch he sits me down and tells me that it's psychological. His ex-girlfriend keeps calling him and telling him she's depressed and blah blah blah. It clearly was a serious relationship and he is trying to move on.

I wish I could say I understood what he is going through, but I've never been in love. I'm starting to think it's a good thing.

AccountExec wants to continue dating. And I think it's a good idea. Afterall... later that morning he bought me some very nice jewelry...

xoxo (Sorry I just started watching season 1 of Gossip Girl)

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My Place or Yours

Last night my building had a Broncos/Steelers party for all of the residents. I went with one of my girlfriends and we were having a great time meeting new residents when the Author showed up. He rarely shows up to these social events, so I'm certain he read my facebook status.

He said he was gonna have one beer and then go back to work. When you drink around me, you will most certainly be drinking more. A few beers later, some of us stopped watching the game and were hanging around chatting. Eventually we called it a night and I went back to my place assuming Author was heading back to work.

The texting begins, and he asks why I've never invited him into my place.

Now this is a topic that is a little touchy for me. I view my apartment as the place where I rest my head... and only that. I have never made the effort, nor spent the money to make my place feel like home.

In other words... I'm kinda embarrassed about my living spaces and having people over invokes intense anxiety.

For my place in Colorado, I did put a little bit of effort into it... like 2 weeks ago. And I'm very glad I did because I wasn't as embarrassed to allow Author into my place... and into my bed.

I realize more and more that I really need to start living like an adult. I hope when i find my place in Boston next year that I decorate it properly, and truly host people in my HOME.

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Running Into People

Well Southie has pretty much fallen off the face of the earth. Ok... he put me after the Yankees. I totally accepted coming second to his son, but I never in a million years thought I would come third to the Yankees.

It upset me for a good bit. I wrote about it a couple posts ago. I didn't tell you I cried, but I'll admit it. I really liked him. But once again, not enough time to get to open up. Oh well.

Moving on...

I went back on craigslist. My go-to site had a plethora of men from whom to choose. I opted for the engineer from upstate New York. He was totally cute and really fun. We went out two nights in a row. If he was here in Denver, we'd prolly be officially dating.

Anyway... he and I ended up back at the bar in my building. It's a great place where half the patrons live in my building. Low and behold... who is there... Author.

I panicked for a moment when I realized my date was standing next to Author at the bar. I check my cell phone and there are a few missed texts, including one from Author asking what I'm doing. When my date came back with the drinks I told him "my neighbor is here. We should invite him over. By the way, our story is that we went to undergrad together."

Author came over with a couple of his friends. We all had fun chatting away. Author did eventually ask how we knew each other, to which I promptly replied "engineers together!" and quickly changed the subject.

Did he believe me? Honestly, who cares... we're only FWBs

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