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.