Am I over The Guy? No, not really. I'm trying to start though. I told him too, so that's a good beginning. Do I want to get over him? Kinda sorta maybe? I know that I *should* get over him, but inside I guess there's a bit that is hanging on, not wanting the dance to end.
And getting over him doesn't mean cutting him out completely. It just means moving on, meeting other people, which I have been doing. And the people I've been meeting pretty much suck.
Which is why I've kinda given up on looking for a relationship. It's too much effort and very little reward. So, instead, I'm just going to become a whore. It's true. I just don't care anymore. Sex is sex, it's fun and I want it. I'd love to have someone special that I could call my own and love with all my heart, but at the moment, there is nothing on the horizon and there may never be. So I'm going to just get down anytime I can. At least, that's the plan. Easier said than done, too, I'm sure.
The Guy called me for coffee late on Friday night, so I met up with him at Our Town, which is a cool coffee shop in Mount Pleasant that we both like going to. There's always something going on there, and there's a cozy atmosphere to it. On this particular night, we were surrounded by a group of people who had put on some Italian music and began waltzing around in the middle of the room. It was a unique little experience, and we were both glad to be enjoying it together.