End it
So I ended it with A. The night after our date actually. I couldn’t bring myself to see him face to face again – especially after the shared humiliation of the would-be car wreck. And he’s pretty chatty and awkward on the phone, so I emailed him.
I have to admit, I think I’m a bit much to take. I pity any guy who even attempts to date me—I wouldn’t have the energy to put up with my crap if I were someone I wasn’t really all that into. I’m pretty brutal—and with that, brutally honest.
I thought I was straight with him, but I don’t think he believed me when I had told him the night before that I really do in fact enjoy being single….and now, after the fact as I’m thinking about it, alive. I like living and being mobile and not being rammed into trees or having the fear of being rammed into a tree. I mean, if a little nervousness causes tree-ramming, what does an argument six months into a real relationship perpetuate?
So, taken from the advice of a (male) friend, I just came out with it. “Be blunt about it. I, like other guys, don’t take subtle hints.� Hah. Okay then. Here goes nothin’.
“Hi A. Thanks again for last night. Dinner was nice. Like I said, I think you’re a great guy. However, despite how I may feel about you as a person, my feelings for you are completely platonic. That’s why I pulled away when you kissed me. I’m sorry, I just don’t think I feel the same way you do. I know you have a lot coming up with graduation. I wish you the best of luck.�
Too harsh? I don’t know.
December 8th, 2007 at 6:05 am
Too harsh? Not at all. To the point? Yes.
That’s exactly what you needed to say.