This dude is delusional.

Ah yes, talk to your fuckbuddy about the idea of you moving into the spare room in her shared space of living and dating, as if there would be any pros to that. Imagine that, being ignored while also sharing a space, or breaking up and him bringing random women over to bang. Not to mention that my roommate would hate them for being the embodiment of everything wrong with the average next-to-no-consequence having cis white dude.

And the only guy I know who can complain about being 'hated' while also actively doing the exact opposite of what I'd need. Or, like.

Anyway, I'd count up all the cancelled plans, but I can't count that high. At least not right now. I've got other things to do.

No matter what, bro thinks of himself as unloveable, hopeless, and more, and nothing I do will ever change that of course. I'm pretty sure that even if I did write that letter he wanted, he'd have either used the information in it to manipulate me, OR he'd probably find a way to not believe anything written.

And here I was, thinking we'd meet up for a small bite, watch Its Always Sunny, she-boing like animals for like an hour or two, then play Resident Evil until we passed out in each other's arms. That's cute, but.... eh.

I think he had a bad vibe around it, or something.

Everything happens for a reason! It does! Its a blessing. Since there's probably something better in store for me. Like how with a previous more liked fuckbuddy, when that dude broke my heart, it just lead to me spending time being celibate, alone, coping, unlearning mental blockages, and raising my standards higher than I can ever conjure up, and it resulted in me having a healthier relationship!

Or that previous time with Morgan, my ex-fuckbuddy. He fucked me over previously, and it lead to a series of events that lead to me dating my most recent ex and having a happy wonderful year long relationship. That was nice! I want another one of those soon. Not, whatever this was with Morgan, lol

I hope he has fun with his co-worker, if she even exists, knowing him. I hope he has fun getting banned on Tinder repeatedly. And I hope he'll be fine, but knowing him, he will be.

Least I found out before peroxide-ing my bed and getting my laundry picked up by cleaners, I'd be annoyed if I had a soaked bed and no blankets AND no plans tonight. Shame. I truly did have feelings for him, which makes it even more pathetic that it was yet again a classic case of "Morgan wants to just know that I like him so that he can immediately lose all intrigue in me again." Ah, just as expected! And yet here I was, going "Fine, I'll give him one last chance to have me openly showing him interest and see how he handles it."

He's never handled it well before, hence my massive attitude change surrounding him. Like yeah, if any time I've been interested resulted in ghosting, cancelled plans, or disappointing dick, but ohhh suddenly when I loathe him for his bullshit behaviors THEN he wants to lovebomb, guilt trip, offer dates, buy stuff, or suddenly fake like I have something in his life? I'm grossed out by men who like unattainable chicks, and just like the others, he's all the same like them, I just liked to pretend he was not. :)

I should've kicked him to the curb after he full-on flaked on me and my plans with him during that street festival, I should've!

He's the type to be uninterested if a woman is interested. Best you could get out of him is a gift and an Oscar worthy performance that'd make both people think they liked each other, genuinely. Funny how I was thinking "I do like him, but I don't want him to think I'm using him. But gifts are mandatory, since he's too aloof and vanishes after meet-ups," and was hesitating to ask him for anything 'expensive'. (Nothing I wanted is even expensive, plus I'm worth it anyway! Like, yeah I'm fine as hell and dude has no other options and wants to see me have a downfall, he can afford that fancy little lehenga skirt I want off Etsy, that's nothing to him.)

Those roses did kinda suck anyway. They're beautiful and blooming now, but of course, a girl's gonna notice if her previous bouquet is more vibrant, full, and generally gorgeous than the rinky dink ones he bought this time around. "Aren't you ungrateful", no, I'm just not as impressed as expected but still blessed and happy that I got roses at all. I'll see about planting them soon.

I'll be fine. I should treat myself. I have been meaning to buy some new lingerie and visit more restaurants anyway. Spent quite a bit on DoorDash these past few days, but what can I say? A late night work shift paired with not buying frozen shitty foods, and the temptations of a big hearty bowl of udon or karaage with "Well, what are you gonna do, starve?", is the best way I know to blow funds anyway. As long as I go grocery shopping this week, I'll be fine, lol.

I can get my hair done in a way I like, maybe buy that new purple wig I've been wanting. Can see JC. Feels good.