|Gary called me last night, on his way home from work, and told me he didn't think we could see each other anymore. He just can't "get past" what I told him. He said he was sorry because he "really liked" me, but he didn't think I was "that kind of person". I honestly hadn't decided what I was going to do, what I was going to say, or even if I was going to pick up the phone when he called. Now I don't have to decide. I'm not worthy.|
I told him I hoped it was worth it, to tell me what he thought I wanted to hear, just to get what he wanted. He stuttered and sputtered and said it "wasn't like that!" How convenient that shortly after I spend the night with him, he picks a minor point from my past and suddenly it becomes a major issue. He kept saying he didn't want me to think he was "the kind of guy who just wanted to get me into bed!". Uh, yeah. That is exactly what I think.
I can not believe that, once again. I am the dumbest, most gullible, most naive person on the freaking planet. I thought we were going somewhere, I trusted him, I believed him! You would think I would learn.
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I believe anything they say?
I hate men. I give up.
Do you hear that, guys? I quit. You have officially killed my hope for any kind of love in the future.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Posted by Jodi at 4:52 AM