Back after a month of being in love…
I don’t know about a month, but I was definitely infatuated for at least 2 weeks. It was very romantic, crazy, and spontaneous when it first happened. It felt like fate. We talked about it being fate and how we were looking for each other our whole lives. Yes, that kind of sap. The kind of sap that I’m not. The kind of sap where I would think of him constantly and tell him. Where we said “I Love you” too soon, but soon it was just words. Soon they were all just words. Words on the phone. Not words across the phone lines. Not words spoken to me because he missed seeing me. Just words. And that made me think of someone my friend had dealt with that we aptly named “Smooth Talker”, or “ST”. She warned me of being in Lust. She was right. I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to belive that she was wrong. But soon the meetings were spread more apart, and the calls and text were sparse. When we did have plans, I could expect to hear from him or not hear from him shortly before saying that the plans had to change or be cancelled.
I really wanted this to work. He was someone who I thought I should be with. Soon, my tumblr nickname for him really became who he was. Everytime we hung out it was like, “hey babe, can you bring over some green?”. It got to the point where I had to ask him if he was a pothead. And of course he denied it. I was tired of being with a poor musician that had money for beer for himself but not for me. He knew I had money. But I had to end it. I am no one’s Sugar Momma.
