Sigh.
I have made it quite clear to Cyrus that I like him. Not in a clingy/psycho way -- but it's out there.
I texted him Saturday night, "wish you were coming dancing with me ;)"
Sunday 11:30am reply: "Can you light up a dancefloor?"
The rest - useless chatter about nothing important.
Since? Absafuckinglutely nothing. Not a word.
Normally, I wouldn't mind initiating but as clearly stated in the book/movie "He's Just Not That Into You" - if a guy wants to see you, he will. If a guy wants to talk to you, he will.
Sooooooo the writing is on the wall. He's not too busy with work or hockey to send a text, there is zero excuse in the tech age to not stay in touch...which meanssssss, he's just not that into me.
Womp, womp, womp, womppppppp. :(
I guess my first tinder date back on the scene was too good to be true. I just wish I knew where I went wrong/if it's the girl he slept with while I was away that stole my thunder. Sadly, there is no way to know so I just gotta get the fuck over it.
I've seen Jake everyday, he took me out for ice cream on Tuesday (& he paid) and yesterday I ran over there for a quick sexual rendezvous before going out...the sex is better every single time...I asked him if it was this good last summer and he agreed it wasn't. "Why do think it's so good now?" Him: "Because I lost you and now I have you again and it makes me appreciate it all a lot more." Awwwwwww. I know we are discussing sex but hey, that was sweet.
Last night - had a fancy work even with Mia, we set up a tinder group date for after and these idiots bailed. Which was SUPER annoying/severely pissed me off. In Cali, groupers on weeknights were so easy -- in DC, all these guys are so self important they can't commit to a goddamn plan. Not cool toads, not cool.
We had been drinking aggressively...free champagne is not something we take lightly so by the time I got home, I was pretty buzzed.
I crawled into bed and just felt sad. Not because of these toads cancelling on us but because of XFactor.
I laid there sobbing for what felt like hours and finally passed out...
Why is he still making me sad? Why, why, why, why.
Ugh, maybe more on that another time...not in the mood to type about it.
I also cancelled tonights date with Ram (Kayne West date) - just not in the mood to fake it today. I'm exhausted and stupidly sad about Cyrus.
Sorry to be such a ray of sunshine today - I'm sure all this positivity is exactly what you stopped by for. But hey, this is real talk, real life and real, stupid emotion.
Hopefully this weekend we can get back on track with slaying all day.
xo
Elle
I have made it quite clear to Cyrus that I like him. Not in a clingy/psycho way -- but it's out there.
I texted him Saturday night, "wish you were coming dancing with me ;)"
Sunday 11:30am reply: "Can you light up a dancefloor?"
The rest - useless chatter about nothing important.
Since? Absafuckinglutely nothing. Not a word.
Normally, I wouldn't mind initiating but as clearly stated in the book/movie "He's Just Not That Into You" - if a guy wants to see you, he will. If a guy wants to talk to you, he will.
Sooooooo the writing is on the wall. He's not too busy with work or hockey to send a text, there is zero excuse in the tech age to not stay in touch...which meanssssss, he's just not that into me.
Womp, womp, womp, womppppppp. :(
I guess my first tinder date back on the scene was too good to be true. I just wish I knew where I went wrong/if it's the girl he slept with while I was away that stole my thunder. Sadly, there is no way to know so I just gotta get the fuck over it.
I've seen Jake everyday, he took me out for ice cream on Tuesday (& he paid) and yesterday I ran over there for a quick sexual rendezvous before going out...the sex is better every single time...I asked him if it was this good last summer and he agreed it wasn't. "Why do think it's so good now?" Him: "Because I lost you and now I have you again and it makes me appreciate it all a lot more." Awwwwwww. I know we are discussing sex but hey, that was sweet.
Last night - had a fancy work even with Mia, we set up a tinder group date for after and these idiots bailed. Which was SUPER annoying/severely pissed me off. In Cali, groupers on weeknights were so easy -- in DC, all these guys are so self important they can't commit to a goddamn plan. Not cool toads, not cool.
We had been drinking aggressively...free champagne is not something we take lightly so by the time I got home, I was pretty buzzed.
I crawled into bed and just felt sad. Not because of these toads cancelling on us but because of XFactor.
I laid there sobbing for what felt like hours and finally passed out...
Why is he still making me sad? Why, why, why, why.
Ugh, maybe more on that another time...not in the mood to type about it.
I also cancelled tonights date with Ram (Kayne West date) - just not in the mood to fake it today. I'm exhausted and stupidly sad about Cyrus.
Sorry to be such a ray of sunshine today - I'm sure all this positivity is exactly what you stopped by for. But hey, this is real talk, real life and real, stupid emotion.
Hopefully this weekend we can get back on track with slaying all day.
xo
Elle
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