BV had now officially missed three dates of three we scheduled. He’s not emailed me his resume. He’s not done anything.
So, I am now going silent with him.
He’s someone I may check in with weekly via text with a “alive? Well?” like LP.
I offered to drop something at his building. No response.
I am done. Again.
I feel like I don’t have a tremendous amount wrapped up in him. I guess I do but I feel like I don’t.
For now and perhaps forever, I am done.
It means I will cringe walking into unfamiliar places, or places I know he might be. I felt that tonight, as I know where we goes.
We live in a city, but we live in a small world — same restaurants, same bars, same parts of town. I bumped into him at the hotel bar. I will bump into him everywhere.
At the moment, I am sitting at the bar where we had our second date and it’s killing me. Seriously.