I am currently dead inside. Numb to the rest of the world. I have pulled on my protective shell once again.
Went to dinner with mr. match last night. I was nice adn calm but not flirty or sweet like I used to be. I let silences drag on until he felt the need to fill them. He came over and we had sex and I rolled over away from him as he tried to cuddle (God I hate that word) I then jumped up and got dressed and proceeded to get ready for bed. Lights off, TV off, contacts out. He got the hint and got dressed. He tried to hug and kiss me and I gave him the dreaded air-cheek kiss. So very gay NY. He left and I told him to enjoy his week.
I did thank himf or dinner, I even sent him a thank you e-mail. I wasn't rude, but since he refuses to respect me I have no need for him except for sex. And the sex sucked, probably because I don't care about him anymore. Too bad. Things weren't great but they had potential. Which I know is never something to base a relation upon.
He refused to take off his socks liek forever. I refused to touch him until he did. I HATE when dudes leave their socks on. How is that sexy? It's gross and weird and annoying and I HAAAATTTTEEE it. Something so simple should not cause a power struggle. He is such a loser.
7:35 a.m. - 2007-02-01
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