Caterwauling

There’s this guy who has asked me out anywhere between weekly and monthly for the past two years.

Ugh.

I generally fake my death/make excuses/say yes and pray for natural disasters. And I’ve been pretty lucky because Mother Nature has saved my ass pretty much every time.

So he gets me today and says, “No running from me anymore.”

I say, “Shit.”

Now, clearly he knows I’m not into him. He adds, “You can’t hide.”

“Apparently,” I say.

So he says we should go out Friday. Way too quickly, I say, “OK.” After all, the weather is about to get bad. *Crossing Fingers*

It’s only an hour later when I am complaining about “UF” (my girlfriend’s and my nickname for him. And it ain’t “University of Florida”) when she says, “Dude, you know Friday is Valentine’s Day, right?”

Fuck me up the ass with a chainsaw.

I was thinking, go out with him. Be myself. Drive him away like I do with guys I adore and would actually like to hang out with.

Now that he knows I’m free on V.D., he knows I’m not spoken for. (Never mind that someone else has a loose grip on my heart. Because, well, I save that shit for my written diary that nobody gets to read.)

Someone whose hands I still feel on the small of my back even though I won’t be feeling them this Friday …

Someone who knows this blog exists but hasn’t found it yet. But I hope he’s trying. Because, for some strange reason, I want to tell him absolutely everything and then some because it would please me to no end to make him laugh and make a funny joke about it all …

Funny how UF thinks he can wear me down and make me love him. And it’s not that my heart can’t be gotten. I’m just not willing to give it away unless I’m a thousand percent OK with its new home. For now, it’s happier right in my chest where it belongs.

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