Firm goodbyes and little white lies

Be careful what you wish for.

I've been praying for months--no, years--for an attentive male. Now I have one I can't get rid of.

After days and days of non-stop text messages, I'd finally had it last night. Three or four unanswered texts in as many hours, and he finally says, "You know, if you don't want to see me anymore, all you have to do is tell me."

Oh, I have told you. In a million subtle and passive ways, I've told you. I've ignored your texts and phone calls. I've resisted plans. Been vague and sporatic in my responses. Just this side of rude, I thought.

And yeah, I've been the girl in the past who says she wants to know why he lost interest, but in the end, turns out the harsh truth isn't always the kindest exit.

So I chose the path of least hard feelings, telling a little white lie about why I couldn't see him anymore. Lack of attraction, too much attention, and a general bad feeling seemed a little too harsh.

Turns out I may have spared his feelings too well. Today he offered to send me flowers. Tonight he called to find out about my day. Tomorrow I'm going to have to kill him.

Just kidding. Sort of.