The Conclusion To A Long Drawn Out Story...

"40 Year Old" was in town last weekend. I picked him up from the airport on Saturday and we had a fantastic evening out. The old feelings were still there along with that undeniable spark. It was one of the best dates I've ever had with him. (Yes, for all intents and purposes... it was a date.)

He was busy all day Sunday and Monday with meetings and wrapping up the final details with moving the rest of his belongings. Monday evening I called him. I was tired (and I admit, a bit cranky because of certain female factors).

He was exhausted and apparently not extremely tolerant. I told him I wanted to see him again before he left on Tuesday.

"Jane, that's impossible... it's just not going to work out with my schedule." He yawned into the phone.

I whined at him, "Yeah, yeah... it's always about you and your schedule."

"Jane, I told you on Saturday evening that I wasn't going to have anymore time to see you. Listen, I'll call you in a few weeks." His voice started to raise... just a little.

In my mind, I thought to myself, 'a few weeks, that's a load of *expletive*'. But instead I mumbled under my breath... "Whatever."

He didn't like that. He got mad. "Why are you being so passive aggressive with me?"

I don't like being called passive aggressive, but it's funny because he's about the 3rd person in the past six months to have called me that. (Interesting... I'll explore that thought in another blog post.) Anyway, the tone of my voice became defensive and I went back at him, "Simply because I'm disappointed that we aren't able to meet up before you leave doesn't make me passive aggressive! Do you expect me to be happy when you tell me you'll call me IN A FEW WEEKS!"

He yelled, "I'm never going to call or talk to you again if this is how you're going to act!"

I let loose, "That is the most manipulative and mean thing anyone has ever said to me, why are you so hostile?"

He yelled back, "I'm lying in bed. I'm exhausted. I just want to go to sleep. I shouldn't have even picked up the phone, but it was you so I made an (expletive) exception!" (For the record, I didn't know he was almost asleep when I called. Also, there were alot more expletives mixed into this conversation.)

I tried to gain my composure and lowered my voice. "Listen, it's obvious that we're both tired and we're going to say something we'll regret. Let's talk about this later, okay?"

"Okay." Then the phone clicked on his end.

I was really upset.

The next morning I woke up and knew exactly what I needed to do. I sent him an email apologizing and telling him that what he said hurt me. He emailed back shortly thereafter and apologized saying that he would call me when he got off the plane so we could talk.

When he called later, we 'calmly' discussed 'us'. I told him that I couldn't see him anymore. That at most, we could be friends but preferably, friends that rarely (if ever) see each other. He said that he was disappointed with my decision, but understood.

THE END.