So I've got a story for you, readers. A few weeks ago I was out with my girls and we were having a fabulous time and we met a few boys. They were all very nice and very funny and we had fun with them for a couple nights. Well I hooked up with, in my opinion, the sexiest one there. We flirted a little bit, made out a little bit more, we had fun. I went into it with the intent of hitting it and running, and that's what I did. But numbers were exchanged because he was a good guy and that's the way he was. He took everything very slow, but neither of us did that that night. So I drove him crazy for obvious reasons. We talked just about every day for a week after our little thriller and then all of a sudden he up and stops. Now I'm not the kind of girl to chase after a boy; he's got to be the one to chase after me.And this is where my problem begins. Yeah, I thought he was cute and I guess I got a little more involved than I thought I would. But now I spend my nights waiting for a text that isn't coming and I wake up to check my phone and see if that text maybe might have come while I slept and maybe I just slept through my phone going off. But no. Never. Not coming. Six days since the last text. I have to be done...I just don't want to be.
And isn't that how it always is for us girls? It's over but we don't want it to be. Whatever, I'm cool with this if this is what he wants, but I need closure. I need to know why. I think what pains me the most is the fact that I simply do not understand. Did I say something? Did I do something wrong? Did I get boring? What happened? Why?
I don't know. And I won't. He will just be a sensitive spot for me. I don't want to talk about it or about him. I want to shut him off completely. My remedy? I've got his friend wrapped so tight around my finger that he's begging to come out and see me. For two hours last night I played with this kid about him wanting to drive out here in the middle of the night to come hang out with me. He's too easy and I honestly don't care for him. This is destructive and therapeutic at the same time. I can't help myself. I like boys, what can I say?
And that's it. Any advice for me? Somebody tell me something because I'm coated in this heavy sad feeling and I can't seem to shake it. This is the problem with hookups, ladies. You've gotta hit yourself with the truth before you take on the life of wild and crazy nights with boys because eventually you'll get to one that you can't seem to shake.
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