As my psuedo dating life got weirder & weirder this week, I became torn. I decided not to post about it here, although my policy usually is "If you don't want to be blogged about, don't do stupid things". Bottom line is that, the situation was so confusing that I can't even write about it in a way that is halfway coherent. I have ordered the book "He's just not that into you", & have refused to move at all until it arrives.
I've been called a female Luke Danes. I'm dependable, once people are in my life, they are in my life, usually until they choose not to be anymore. So it's difficult for me to have to say, I just can't be around you anymore. However, it's necessary when dealing with men. Sometimes I just want to scream, "Don't you know who I am? I'm pretty much the coolest girl you'll ever meet & the future princess of Canada & I deserve better than this. You should send me a thousand yellow daises. Now get in the back yard & build me an ice skating rink". That's not even prideful, I think most women need to learn how to say that at one time or another. Tiaras, for everyone.
So, when I come to that decision finally, I change the person's name in my phone to "Don't Answer". That way, I can't go back on my original decision, I don't know who it is. I just know I can't answer it, the phone says. Now I just need to find a ring tone that goes daaa daa duuumm when the don't answers call.