t-time

I mean….he likes me, but not like I like him. He said, when the topic was broached (yes I broached it), that he thought I was an “interesting” girl. What the Fuck does that mean? I’m an “interesting” girl? Shit…that elicits about as much passion as a warmed over bagel.

As backstory our relationship did start off as a sex thing…sort of. I’ve never been really sure what we’re doing. And for awhile didn’t care. He’s super sexy. I’d been celibate for 7 and half months, he passed my interview process and Voila….we were doing bedroom aerobics. I’ve been dating other people (read dating NOT sexing), sleeping with him and life has been good.

Then something happened. No, not how I felt about him, I’ve liked him for awhile, but what I wanted. After dating, and dating, and dating and not finding anyone that I liked nearly as much as I liked GH (Gym Hottie), I realized I wanted more then our pseudo sex relationship. I wanted someone I could call my own, if not him, then someone.

So I begin to get a little grumpy when he didn’t call like he used to or come by like he used to. I mean he used to call just to say hi. He used to come by a couple times a week. Things were good. And then they weren’t. And I’m not sure what happened. I mean, I chalk it up to him just not liking me. Maybe he did. And now he doesn’t. And that interesting girl line doesn’t help.

WHY? Why? Why? Why? Every damn other boy on this campus is trying to get at me. Everybody else wants to take me out, get my number, weasel their way over to my place. But NOOOOOOO, not the one sumabitch I want to ask me out, call me or weasel his way over to my place. Hell. Life just isn’t damnit fair.