Sunday, Aug. 14, 2005 - 12:34 p.m.
Well,shit. More insanity. Go figure.
Thomas requested a week of no contact in which to figure out a way for us to be together. And now.....the results. Wait for it. Yes, he's decided...to leave me. Again. Or some more.
He loves me, needs me, and admits the high probability he is making a hideous error. And yet he persists. He admits that he believes he can come back to me at any time, then we can get married and have a lovely life together. Right. I have gently (and not so gently) pointed out the errors and fallacy of this belief of his, but for him to believe otherwise would instill panic/grief/overt incontrovertible knowledge of abject stupidity, and so he refuses to see it. I guess he will eventually see the error of his ways, but I won't be able to accept him after this glaring stupidity. I do not take rejection well...particularly since the only reason he is doing this is so he can spend some time dating dumb blondes who he already knows he won't want. My response? ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!
Someone that self-destructively insane cannot be my partner. What a bloody, crying shame.
And remind me at a later date to tell you 'bout this gentleman I met last week...In deference to his wish for anonymity, I will henceforth refer to him as 'Machiavelli'. Green eyes, freckles, enormous......brain. Wit. Charm. More degrees than I have. Sigh. Timing is everything. The Universe is at it again. Gwyndyn: god's little practical joke. Gosh, it's fun to be me.
