Actions speak louder than words...

I promised to write and so now I am. I have had a tumultuous past couple of weeks. And I have not had the energy nor the will to write. I apologize for that. I have agreed to a relationship with "friend", worked on a Sunday therefore receiving a fabulous reward on the following Tuesday, both instances leaving me with a pretty good feeling about my future. With "friend" and with my job...

However, "friend" fucked up. Big time. He doesn't really get how he has. I spent last Friday night at his place. Had a great time. Cheers all around for the C H E M I S T R Y. It works. We fit. Then we part ways back in NYC, I spend the day with Nameless- fun, fun, fun, but I DON'T HEAR FROM HIM AT ALL. I, of course, receive the apology phone call on Sunday morning. He was tired. He slept through the night. Ok, I get it. He didn't sleep (I snuck in 2 hours) on Friday night (no, not doing THAT the whole time- just 1/2 of the time). Fine. He tells me we're going out on Sunday night. Great. I had a great hit with this guy then was going to see my guy. WRONG!...

Nope, didn't hear from him, didn't see him, got ready, gussied up. Nothing. Fast forward to mandatory apology call at 1:30 the next afternoon! "I'm sorry, I assed out... I'm sorry, I'll call you back." yeah yeah yeah. MY ASS. He didn't call back. And I have yet to hear from him. He did ass out. He is an ass and cannot see what is right in front of him. He walks a FINE LINE. A very fine line. I want to end it. I really do. My mind tells me to. But my heart? It wants to try. But can I believe the excuses? And the same damn one everytime? I don't know if he really wants this. I think I do. I enjoy him. Immensely. But I did also enjoy SH and I got over him, right? So maybe I should just accept that date from D and see how it goes. Couldn't hurt anymore than "friend" hurt me this weekend...