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It's the gentleman caller's birthday today. 2 years ago I decided to send him a bday text even though we hadn't spoken in months, and the last thing each of us had said was "Wow you really thought you'd ghost me?" and "Yeah, my bad, I've been avoiding sociality with everybody"
Which I interpreted as "I'm going through something right now but once I'm back I'll look you up"
because we really had been getting along quite well before the aforementioned ghosting. Not benchmarks of exclusivity well, but I liked him and enjoyed his company. Got my hopes up.
because we really had been getting along quite well before the aforementioned ghosting. Not benchmarks of exclusivity well, but I liked him and enjoyed his company. Got my hopes up.
I'd planned for a long time to wish him a happy birthday, to remind him I exist. I was devoting a lot of brain real estate to this whole thing. (Remember: we weren't talking. The ball was in his court to let me know if things changed.)
So I did. He said "Thanks!"
and that was that.
Except I just looked up our messages and apparently even in OCTOBER of that year I was still hoping for rekindling, I "accidentally" waved at him on FB.
Which brought no fruit at all.
and that was that.
Except I just looked up our messages and apparently even in OCTOBER of that year I was still hoping for rekindling, I "accidentally" waved at him on FB.
Which brought no fruit at all.
Oh, wait, there was also this interlude in DECEMBER. DECEMBER 2018. 7 months after we broke up (but DIDN'T because he was never STRAIGHTFORWARD about it) https://twitter.com/crescentlesl/status/1073253118631063552
Anyway, that all turned out great. Glad I spent so much time thinking and hoping and wondering about him. https://twitter.com/crescentlesl/status/1091769244440653824
Happy birthday, Gentleman Caller! Hope your wife and kid(s) give you a nice day.
(this thread is a message to myself to stop devoting brain real estate to guys that are NOT doing the same)
