Sometimes I really lie to myself. Like convincing myself that I was going to cut Tom out of my life completely. I'm not. I like his company - best to let the friendship run it's course whichever way. Prepare self for extreme jealousy if he meets someone - but until then... I've kind of resigned myself to the situation anyway now, so no point in cutting of my nose is there?
Short guy never called, so I didn't have to deal with that one. On one hand - why didn't he call, what is wrong with me?! However, also a sense of relief as I don't know if I could get over the missing inches!! Ha.
