I took it personally if he was busy with work or had other plans.
Turns out, he wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see him.
Although I was technically there, I couldn’t force myself to actually show up for that date.
In the end, I hugged him goodbye and thanked him for dinner.
I let the pain sit inside me for a night, and then I’d try to block out all feeling the next morning.
After mindlessly throwing myself back into the dating pool in the immediate aftermath of the breakup, I decided to stop after that date in late July 2015.
If you want to hang out, tell me, if you want to have sex, tell me.