Let me explain. No, as Inigo Montoya would say with a thick Spanish accent, "No, there is too much. Let me sum up." (You have to be a fan of The Princess Bride.) So this is how the non-relationship has panned out thus far. . . in chronological order.
- Three months of haphazard, irregular texting, a couple of phone calls, three dates in the middle of that three months, and 3 IM chats.
- The big IM discussion/argument that went seriously wrong and I decided I just couldn't bear the situation anymore and told him not to contact me.
- A week later he emails, still also pissed off with me and bans me from Lygon St.
- I email back, really annoyed, and tell him he is arrogant.
- I email back 3 hours later and apologise, and say I didn't want to end this on an angry note.
- Three weeks later - because I'm weak- I email and tell him I would like to see him again because he's still on my mind.
- He doesn't reply until one week later - by which time he's back in Melbourne. He says that he's still thinking about me too and maybe we should talk even though he's not really been a "good" boy the last few weeks. (Sigh, why would I want to be involved with someone like that I ask myself?)
- The next day I email back and say I'd like to chat.
- Then the next day, having not heard from him, I email again and say: By the way, I deleted your phone number so you'll have to contact me.
- A few days later and. . . nothing.
Clearly he's not that "into me" or he'd have emailed or text or even rung by now.
And because he hasn't my interest has waned because I want someone who is "into me" and will make an effort to contact me. I figure he's still out and about 'catting' around, so to speak.
And before you say "Are you out of your freakin' mind?" Yes, I know I am but in my defence he was the most interesting man I've met in a very long time. Plus, I was attracted to him - and most of the men I get on the internet I am very much NOT attracted to.
OK, one more sleep and then HOLIDAYS. Hooray! And I shall continue to forget about the stupid MOS. . . maybe life is simpler single. I am still on-line, it's still no fun.