So this weekend I have a date to capture a new flag from a solid 8.
I also have a girl I'm seeing on the regular who's deeply in love and I haven't turned her down so far, so she thinks we're exclusive and I cna't bring myself to break her heart. Add to this that she's new to town and I'm basically the only person she spends time with. Makes me feel horrible.
Anyways, I got a message from her:
"I hear you have a date Saturday!?"
A lump formed in my throat. Shit, she found out. I wrote back:
"Date?"
No answer. Nothing.
How did she find out? I was starting to feel seriously worried. A little at the prospect of losing her, but I also felt a rush of relief that now it was over. I felt far worse for the possible brain-fuck I had just inflicted on her.
Scenarios began in my head: if she wrote me that overtext, does that mean we can break up over text? Hopefully that means I never have to see her again and can avoid the very unpleasant confrontation.
But how did she find out?
I checked my phone. I used to keep different girls on different phones, but that became a hassle so now I just give them guys names on my main phone but try and remember to delete convos. Nothing conspicuous except for one brief convo with the 8 about Saturday. Shit. Did she call her?
New scenario: the two girls talk to each other over the phone and agree to coordinate so that I meet them both Satuday night when I'm expecting to meet just HB8. I can already feel the discomfort of two wenches accusing me, however justly, of playing the field and leading them on. Dammit! I was really looking forward to hearing that DJ, and now I'm going to have to stay home to avoid trouble. Fuck. If she shows up ringing, can I pretend like I'm not home?
All these scenarios are going through my head.
After an hour, the response comes:
"with Anthony
"
WTF???
Then I remember. I had agree to take her girlfriend's man down to the gym and introduce him to weightlifting.
I'd be lying if I didn't say I was relieved.
I'd also be lying if I didn't say I was also a bit disappointed.
I also have a girl I'm seeing on the regular who's deeply in love and I haven't turned her down so far, so she thinks we're exclusive and I cna't bring myself to break her heart. Add to this that she's new to town and I'm basically the only person she spends time with. Makes me feel horrible.
Anyways, I got a message from her:
"I hear you have a date Saturday!?"
A lump formed in my throat. Shit, she found out. I wrote back:
"Date?"
No answer. Nothing.
How did she find out? I was starting to feel seriously worried. A little at the prospect of losing her, but I also felt a rush of relief that now it was over. I felt far worse for the possible brain-fuck I had just inflicted on her.
Scenarios began in my head: if she wrote me that overtext, does that mean we can break up over text? Hopefully that means I never have to see her again and can avoid the very unpleasant confrontation.
But how did she find out?
I checked my phone. I used to keep different girls on different phones, but that became a hassle so now I just give them guys names on my main phone but try and remember to delete convos. Nothing conspicuous except for one brief convo with the 8 about Saturday. Shit. Did she call her?
New scenario: the two girls talk to each other over the phone and agree to coordinate so that I meet them both Satuday night when I'm expecting to meet just HB8. I can already feel the discomfort of two wenches accusing me, however justly, of playing the field and leading them on. Dammit! I was really looking forward to hearing that DJ, and now I'm going to have to stay home to avoid trouble. Fuck. If she shows up ringing, can I pretend like I'm not home?
All these scenarios are going through my head.
After an hour, the response comes:
"with Anthony
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WTF???
Then I remember. I had agree to take her girlfriend's man down to the gym and introduce him to weightlifting.
I'd be lying if I didn't say I was relieved.
I'd also be lying if I didn't say I was also a bit disappointed.
A year from now you'll wish you started today