He's Dead to Me

I’m still in Mexico, and I haven’t heard from him all day. One nonchalant response to a text from him asking if he was still alive because I sent him two texts last night and didn’t hear back. Today pretty much nada, including me calling him twice and it eventually going to voicemail. Things I’m thinking… "I’ve prepaid for your car, it’s in a lot, someone else will give you the keys. Or, "My friends don’t think this is a good idea." Or, "I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m just not that into you. "

The good news is that seeing him isn’t having an adverse effect on my trip, minus me thinking about him wishing he was here, and wondering why the fuck I haven’t heard from him. I’m doing all of the things I’d normally be doing, I’d probably be going out more if my friend was into it. Tomorrow I’m going to go on a bender. Which reminds me of Bender aka Friend Zone : (

Whatever, I’m over it. He's dead to me.

Then he calls around noon, and I’m all like, nah, I’m in love. WTF. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Then my friend totally clit blocks be to these two lesbians that we meet at lunch saying that I’ve got a boyfriend back home. Who does that? Twat. But I’m hoping that I have a boyfriend back home...or am I? Is that going to derail my life again? Will it be worth it? Will I know or will I let my dumb heart decide? Gah, can’t wait to see him.

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