Cut loose

Green-eyed lad has been very quiet for almost a month. I spent the night about three and a half weeks ago and it was very, very good. That next morning I asked him whether he would like, ahem, some more. His response? "No; I've had my fill."

Seems that statement was laden with more meaning than the obvious one at the time. Occasional texts and phone calls have gone un-answered, and for no discernable reason. If its a brush off, I'd like to do it face to face and have it end up that way. I don't like the casualness of text-message-breakup (marginally safe video. NSFW though. Longer version DEFINITELY NSFW).

This must be a new thing, 'cause JoeMyGod has a post about one of his friends being text-message-sort-of-broken-up-with today, too. Signs of the times, I'm guessing. The comments are especially good on this post; at least I'm not the only stupid man on the planet who takes inferior charms for far too long as his due.

So the boy was fun. He was cute and very sexy and smart and funny. And he's royally fucked up, on antidepressants which screw up his sex drive, and smokes pot at least twice a day. It's his "experiment". His choice of friends is scary at best: though he himself is no drama queen, all of his friends are. And sketchy, at best.

So. Love clearly blinded me a bit, or at least had me dazzled for a while. In more ordinary light perhaps all that glitters is not so golden.

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