So I'm home today from work, I have to go have a blood pressure monitor installed to confirm my high blood pressure (thank you mother and grandmother for the hereditary issues you have passed on to me).
Didn't hear from the 7 year younger Facebook guy until today. And, true to form with any man who shows interest, he has backed out of meeting. Something to do with something in his life he has to take care of first. Let's hope it's not a girlfriend, but I definitely don't get that impression at all, and I can see his Facebook page which clearly indicates single as do all the comments from his friends. So it ain't that.
He did apologize profusely and say that I was too nice.
Which is a kiss of death to me. I am too nice. To some men. If I like 'em enough.
I can't be bothered with this anymore, it's be freaking 8 years of this shit.
Yeah. 8 years. And I think I can count on 2 hands the amount of times I've done the evil deed in that period of time. I'm wasting my sexual peak on nothing.
I'll keep talking to him, he's involved in music and I might get a musical cooperation or photography gig thru him, so that's never bad, and I'm not mad enough to torpedo him, we didn't even meet. Unlike Not So Nice Guy, he got pretty much torpedoed. I'll remain open to him I guess. I have no idea what his problem is...so, we'll leave it at that.
You know, if I had gone looking for this, if I had persued hard, I would understand it now working out at all (cuz that's par for the course). But he did all the persuing. Lordy.
Grey and yucko out there....again....getting rather tired of that too.
Only adds to my current mood.