"Showers are where I come up with some of my greatest ideas." - Diva
So this morning as I was showering, I had an epiphany! I didn’t want to talk to any of the guys anymore. The guys being Mr. Henry, Tony & the Old Man. Before I lost my balls (figuratively speaking), I began making the moves. The first one on the list Tony.
Tony - Came over last night. As we were laying there having pillow talk, he asked me a question I absolutely despise. “So, why aren’t you in a relationship”. I mean I really, really hate that question. Maybe it’s the way a guy says it, or maybe it was the fact that he asked me after we fooled around, but it’s so loaded. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out or size me up. I wanted to retort, and say “cause you’re a manic depressive and I only like you for the sex”, but I didn’t. I gave him some b.s. answer and changed the subject. We talked awhile longer about him going to therapy, not working, (nor looking), and about other nonsense, then he left.
I know it’s not right, but I sent him a text this morning. 1) I knew he would be asleep, 2) I had to do it right then and there before I changed my mind 3) I wanted it to be the first thing he see’s when he gets up.
Mr. Henry was next. He doesn’t light my fire. That’s it. I like him, but I don’t wanna have sex with him anymore. I called him after I sent Tony a text.
Me: You up? Did you go to the gym?
Mr. Henry: Yeah, I woke up late, I’m gonna go tonight
Me: I decided I don’t want to have sex with you anymore because I want a relationship (lie), and I know you don’t want one (true), so I think we should just be friends. Don’t get me wrong the sex is good (not anymore), but it’s getting in the way.
Mr. Henry: You’re right, I’m not ready for that
Me: Good, but we can still be friends, ok, get ready for class, I gotta go
Last but not least...the Old Man. I called him, but I knew he was at work, and the conversation would be too loaded and he’d have a million f’n questions.
Me: Good Morning
Old Man: What? You called me? I can’t believe it, Kitten never calls me in the morning
Me: Yep, hell must have froze over
Old Man: You sound good, it is cold outside. How are you my dear?
Me: I’m good. We need to talk.
Old Man: About what?
Me: Relationships, us. I know you are at work, so tonight ok?
Old Man: Do you want to come to my place?
Old Man: Why?
Me: Because I don’t.
So that’s it, in a nutshell. No more romping with Tony or Mr. H, no more dating the Old Man. Just tired of them... In other news, I may be going on a date tonight with someone new...we’ll see how I feel.