Two weeks ago I thought a summer fling was the answer to all my love life probs. The end of last term saw a general overcomplication in that department. I found myself jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend to ex-boyfriend to oh-my-god-why-did-I-even-go-there! It had to stop!
So I thought, lets slow it down. Lets go for something not serious. Enter summer fling: fit, funny, pays for me, drives, lives locally, knows i'm going back to uni in september. Tick's every box. I've had so much fun over the last month, totally feeling in control and loving the attention. But alas, the last week has just been rubbish. Everything is suddenly on his terms and i feel like if we meet up its cos he's squeezed me in.
GRR! GRR!
Plan of action: Act extremely immaturely and don't respond to his next two texts at least. Be busy every night of week and invent a few single male friends that i need to catch up with. If that fails to show him i'm no doormat, cut and run! I probably need a break anyway.
08/08/06 @ 21:02