Return of a mac

 

The man who decided to go radio silent is still silent. Good for him, I guess. That kind of self-discipline would be impressive if it wasn’t so … asshole-y.  Mentally I have hammered out a number of what-if situations, and really the only comeback I’ve formed that makes sense at all should he reach out again is “Maybe the next time you think it’s a good idea to try to start a conversation with me, maybe just don’t.”

Meh. Since he probably won’t there is no reason to put so much thought into it. I’ll leave things like this: I hope he’s doing well and I hope he keeps doing well far, far away.

Y’all take care now, jerkface.

*****

Overall, things are good. I mean – my weight is down, credit score is up, the typical miserable Midwest winter has actually been incredibly mild (knock on wood it continues). I had the flu about a month ago and the timing caused a postponement of vacation plans, but if that’s the worst thing that’s happened I feel like it’s really a marker of how smooth life is moving.

I had a meeting in downtown Minneapolis the other day, roughly a thirty minute drive from home. I left earlier than I thought I needed to, which was fortuitous since I got turned around on the unfamiliar streets – but still made the meeting on time. As I was getting back into my car to head home I got a text from a phone number that I didn’t recognize.

Long story short, it was a guy I met on a dating app about a year and a half ago. We chatted tons, had a couple fantastic phone calls, and I really thought there was a chance something might work. Well, until he started pulling away, being less responsive. I called him out on it rather than sitting around overthinking the situation (see?!? GROWTH!). His answer … via text … three days later … was that he was in a “really dark place” mentally and emotionally, still getting over his ex and had decided that he wasn’t in the right head space to start anything new but hadn’t been sure how to tell me. I was incredibly disappointed, but took a deep breath, wished him well and closed that book. I had put his birthday on my Google calendar at one point and sent him a happy birthday text, but not surprisingly never heard anything back so at that point I got smart and deleted his number. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Well at least until yesterday.

He asked me out for coffee. He wants to thank me for being nothing but kind and making him smile when he wasn’t in a place where he felt like he could even respond. I guess it says something that over a year later I was on his mind enough that he found the balls to reach out. I will reserve judgment though; it’s a coffee date, not a declaration of undying love.

Since I deleted his number and all the text messages, I can’t even go back to photos to remind myself what he looks like. I do love an adventure though.