A guy that I was talking to on a regular basis for the last few weeks has suddenly decided to stop calling me. That’s crappy because we were just starting to get to know each other. I’m not completely broken up about it, but the thing that gets me is that he hasn’t even called to say "I’m not really into you." or " This isn’t going to work out."
In the past, guys walked all over me because I let them. In the past, when a guy showed interest in me, I swooned and dedicated my life to him right there.
In the past, I’d be sitting here, depressed for days and going over everything I ever said to him and wondering what I did wrong. I’d search for the reason why this guy stopped calling me, thinking that it must have been my fault.
And I did do that for a few brief moments on Friday. Old habits die hard, what can I say. But then I got angry.
What kind of guy says he’s going to call you back in a bit and then doesn’t ever call you again? What kind of guy is too busy to give you a two minute call to tell you he’s really busy? He found the time to take a shit that day, didn’t he? He must have had at least a few minutes in his day.
And then I got over it because that’s not the kind of guy I want.
After thinking about it all weekend, I’ve realized another thing. I think that starting a relationship with someone, letting it grow even a little bit and then not having the courage enough to say that it’s just not working out is pretty crappy to do to someone. If it’s not working out, it’s not. Say so. If you’ve changed your mind, say so. Don’t leave the other person hanging. My revelation came because I remembered that I did the very same thing to someone I had begun seeing in my past. I just disappeared on him. No explanation. Not even an excuse. And maybe that’s why I got so angry about this whole thing. Karma’s a bitch.