Hmmm, not even sure what to write. How about that I am a complete and utter moron. Or he is. Not sure yet, but may be a bit of both. I saw TD last night. He swung by to get me on the way to taking his son to practice. To say things were awkward was a bit of an understatement. I asked him if I had totally messed things up on Tuesday and he says ‘well, it was a little strange’. To which I kinda stared at him (I’m getting really good at that apparently). I apologized (of which I do way too much as well) for my reaction as it really was a strange one that night and for saying all the things that I did. He told me not to apologize and that he’s glad I told him how I was feeling. He then went on to tell me that he has no idea what he’s doing. He’s not over the ex. He doesn’t know what he wants. Blah, blah, blah. All things that I know. I told him I realized all of these things and that I think he needs a friend right now more than anything. He agreed and then went the stellar extra step of making sure that I didn’t misinterpret any time that he spends with me. Uh, fuck you? Really? I told him not to worry about that. Did I mean it? Who the hell knows with me these days.
Basically he spoke in circles and I didn’t get any sort of a definitive answer from him however his non answers pretty much let me know that he is not interested in dating me. Now or ever. Nice. As I am still a bit mortified that I actually agreed (more like begged probably) to be part of a ‘rotation’ of dates is absolutely ridiculous. I always suspected that I was a big loser, but now I’m apparently a desperate one.