Keep on truckin'

As Michael Scott once said, "Oh how the turn tables..."

It seems as quickly as I had fallen for B#2, it was over. Yes, over. And to think, I - one who often preaches of the pertinence of patience - was cut short so fast by someone else. Well, this grasshopper is hopping on to greener pastures without B#2.

As I had predicted in my last post; the Valentines day curse did indeed serve to act as a major milestone in our yet-to-be-decided relationship. And not a forward moving one at all. After nothing more than a smiley face text message on the day whilst he was away visiting friends for the weekend, we had made plans to meet up the following Friday. Nothing special of course because his schedule is so very booked, but most likely a casual night with a happy ending. A phone call Friday during work proved that this situation we had going was not working out for him, that he felt guilty that he couldn't provide me with more attention, and that I deserved better.

He was right. I do deserve better. So, onward and upward. I do not like the idea of being alone, so the only other option is to keep on truckin'...Easier said than done, but keeping positive sounds better than moping. Here's to greener grasses!