so. last week, I did this High Fidelity deal, and talked to a few of the ex boys. Actually, 2. Most importantly, I talked to Dave...for really the first time. And I was mostly honest with him, and asked him the 3 or 4 questions that have really been bugging me about us, and about our brokenness, and we had this great conversation. And we decided that we were friends again. And he said that next time he was in town for the weekend, he'd give me a call and we could get together in person and talk. And I believed him, I really did. And I was wicked happy about it too. Not because I still hope for some sort of romance with him...because I don't, not really. And not because I want some sort of romance with him...because I don't, don't worry. Just because he was one of my very best friends for about 4 years, even before we dated and shit, and because I still miss him.
So when I find out that he's in town, that he had some sort of party that I wasn't invited to (not that that's the huge deal...his newer group of friends, that i never liked and who never liked me.)...but mostly that he didn't call me, or let me know that he was coming back or anything. I feel let down. I am also suspicious that this is just another symptom of the always-too-busyness of his. I just can't believe that he really is such a bastard as to convince me of his sincerity regarding us being able to be friends, and talking sometime, and then not mean it.
But oh well.
Good news? Babysitting was a lot of fun tonight...inspired by Garp's attraction to babysitters, I contemplated an affair with the father...it was fun. not, by the way, that I would ever in a million years do anything like that.
More good news? Had a nice conversation with the not!boy. Who, by the way, is definitely not to worry about all these other men I'm talking about. (he knows he's the one and only not!boy)
Anyway. Night time, bed time.
