A Chris-in-the-morning inspired blog. Somewhere I can hypothesis on human nature and narrate my own journey of self discovery. That sounds so cheesy! Basically somewhere that I can just spill out the contents of my head.

 
He's just not that into me?
Hmmm? So I saw a 20/20 mini article on a new book out. Based on the episode of Sex and the City where Burger demystifies men for Miranda. 'He's just not that into you.' According to the book, if he doesn't call, is not having sex with you or 'disappears', then he's just not that into you. Well Matt's done all three really. For an hour or so I felt liberated by this knowledge, then depressed and now, well pretty much the same as before.
Matt's not some guy from New York, and this is not some dating misunderstanding. Matt's different, he's Kiwi for a start and shy and nice and well not Burger anyway. And three years worth of stuff between us. And besides he said to my face that he was into me. So what does this mean? It means that Matt has no excuse that is not going to justify me cutting his balls off. He's run out of excuses and very nearly run out of time.
I hit the limit yesterday. Or at least the little warning sticker that says 'Only 2 metres left'. I've been telling people that I have limits and I'll know when I reach them, well here they are, looming over me. This is the point where I give him one last chance to redeem himself. I'm going to send him an email within the next few days. I've got to let myself be calmed down a bit before I write it. Not sure what I'm going to say yet. What I want to say is something to the effect of, 'Are you my boyfriend or can I start flrting eith the hot Chilean guy?'. But I won't say that. a) because it would not provoke any forseeable positive response and b) because I'm not going to flirt with Tora he's leaving in a couple of weeks.

posted by Megan at 2:15 AM