so i started reading the "He's Just Not That Into You" book... loving it so far...
it's really quite humourous and it's got some good points. granted, i am only on page 24... but i like it.
haven't heard from TGI(UT)DBDKWTW today... didn't really expect to. funny thing though....
i am not upset at all (really. i mean it)...
i just wasn't that into him. and i realize that less than 24 hours after having a growlfest with him. nothing was said last night about "breaking up" -- and i didn't have the heart to utter those words on his birthday (even though it's been said to me on june 21st four times. bastards.)
but here's the thing, i'm not emailing or calling him. there aren't any pangs in my heart.
nothing. and that makes me realize that i really don't give a rat's ass about that relationship.
yes, i spoke with the rhb yesterday... yes it was nice that he called... he'd forgotten that we held hands (that kinda sucked to hear.) but i am not calling him again either... he didn't ask me out... if he wants to ask me out, so be it... i am not gonna be waiting around for him... sure his eyes are the bluest things under the sun that make me melt, but i can't wait around for him to bat them at me or give a goofy little smile...
anyway, i digress (you can tell there are pangs with that one. not denying that.) but i am letting him go. if he wants me. good. but if he realizes that at some point, he'd better not dawdle. that's all i am saying, because, honey, i am not gonna sit around wasting "the pretty" as the book says.
i dig that phrase.
don't worry. i'm not about to burn my bras.
