Just friends.

Mr. Green Apron and I have settled on being "just friends." In other words, we will never speak to each other again. Ain't that a bitch?

Oh well.

I'm a little weird right now. I miss having someone to go out with on the weekends. I miss the loving. I miss the companionship. But I certainly can't wait to see him again and be gentile and accomodating and drive him mad with jealousy. Mwahahahaha.

It's a terrible silliness that I have sometimes. It's just that I'm a little bit hurt over the situation and a little bit frustrated. He says that he doesn't want a relationship and I certainly don't want a relationship with someone who doesn't want to be with me, but I do think that he feels something different then what he is saying in words. I just finished dating someone who always said to listen to his actions, not just his words. I don't know if that's the way it works with all people or what but Mr. Green Apron's actions most definitely don't match his words. He calls me at least every other day and we've seen each other every weekend since we started talking. He came over this one time, a thursday afternoon. He was waiting for me when I got home from work, standing in my driveway chatting it up with my mother and my grandmother. I have class on thursday evenings so he went to the bank with me and then we went to Wendy's for some food. We went back to my house, sat in the driveway for awhile and then he left. He came to see me just because. If that's the action of a casual friend and or of ambivalence, then I was tragically mistaken.

As cool as I try to play it (sometimes), I'm really disappointed. I thought that this was going to be something good.