Like I said, I always want to go back. It’s a problem of mine. I know it. At the end of my work day, I emailed Dave, “I want to see you tonight. I miss you.”
He did the right thing. He told me he didn’t think it was a good idea. He really did believe that we need a break from one another. I almost cried at work. It was over. We were done.
I’m not surprised. I flip-flopped too much in our relationship. He’s ready to move on. He’s back on Match.com.
I’m overworked, sleep-deprived, sad, lonely, and single. I’m not looking for the next relationship. I don’t even want to date. I promised three months of not dating exactly one month ago. Wow! I just realized that. 9/11/06. Technically I wasn’t dating, just trying to work things out with my boyfriend. I know it seems like a lie; I feel like a charlatan. But if you met Dave, you would understand why I did what I did.
Two more months. Easy enough with the project I’m engrossed in. Back to Fremont tomorrow. 4am conference call Friday morning.