M: My email refers to the previous post! :)

Oh, and the other thing…

I hurt somebody. I feel like shit.

It's good perspective for next time I'm hurt in a relationship. I guess. Suck.

So, same old story… this guy -- I like him a lot -- but he likes me more than I like him. Usually it's the other way with me, but still. Vaguely familiar.

I met him the night I broke up with W. G took me out, got me drunk as shit (that's a friend!) and we met this guy and hung out (until 3 or 4:00! On a Thursday!) late. So this guy… we went out a bit. I ended it because I thought he wanted more than I wanted to give, if you know what I mean. Plus I was much more upset about the breakup with W than I thought. I really wasn't ready for even rebound boy.

So I saw him a couple of weeks ago. He called out from his car going down Glenwood where I was crossing the street. He asked if he could call. I said yes.

We hung out a few times again. I was brutally honest, so I can take comfort in a clear conscience even though I decimated the guy. Yay me. Long story short, I ended it again. I feel so bad.

I'm still dating my skinny dude. Kinda. It's really… slow. I see him about every ten days so I forget in between if I like him or not. I like him as a friend a bunch, that's definite. The rest is TBD.

Bea is kneading my stomach and impeding my typing.

Anyway, this whole getting to know someone thing is very interesting. Much better, I think, than jumping in all cattywampus. Not that I wouldn't, just that I haven't. Good for now.

I have enough to figure out. I keep thinking I've gotten where I wanted to go and then I find out I haven't. It's so tiring. But exciting. Kinda. Mostly.

Kinda.