My completely unreasonable friend? Someone she knows passed on the info that I'm sick and tired of her and now she's gone, long, long gone, and I don't have to be polite anymore.
Long story short, she decided she liked the boyfriend of a friend, and worked her arse off getting him. This friend was also a friend of hers. Nice. So I've been completely honest about my feelings about it and it got back to her. I wish them luck, they deserve each other.
I also turfed the Brit. Well. Turfed is probably wrong, I basically had emailed asking a few things and he didn't respond to what I had asked (again responded to the part that I didn't care too much about in the email). So I told him he knows how to get ahold of me, if he wants to, I will be more than pleased to hear from him, I am just not going to continue feeling like I'm chasing him around. Told him it was too bad, we could have something good when I get over there, but not if he's not going to put some effort in.
We'll see where that gets me. Probably nowhere. In which case, whatever. Problem is, it hurts like hell that I'm sitting here hoping for something that in the back of my head I'm telling myself will never happen.
I have to be out of town 3 days next week. I am less than impressed. I absolutely hate Toronto.
And that's about all I have at this time. I'm exhausted. So please excuse the sporadic blogging.
BTW, before anyone asks, I'm still going to London if I get that job. He was never my reason to move over there, so he won't be the reason I don't go.