…is being weird? I’ll give you a hint: it isn’t me.
Text messaging most of the day dwindled to a few hours. Messages first thing in the morning are out. I sent the last text last night, I’m not sending another. I believe this is the wall he spoke of at dinner Tuesday night.
Typically I will analyze every word I uttered or action I took that would have scared him away. This one is all on him. It’s his head, not me, getting in his way.
He either figures his shit out and we carry on as friends with benefits, or I’m out. I’m not going to chase him because he’s not worth chasing and there are plenty of other options available.
Ah men, gotta love ’em. Dumbass. Him, not you. Go forth and conquer #7
I’m also working on #8. You should see this guys body. Holy smokes!
Go you! I’m outta options. Boo
I posted a pic of his bod for you.