On Monday night, the guy I had been sort of but not really dating messaged again, asking to hang out, as if the conversation of a week and a half earlier had not happened.
My bringing up the earlier conversation (come Tuesday morning when I actually replied), thinking we should maybe resolve the issues behind it if we were going to attempt some sort of shadow of friendship after it lead to his sending a numbered list of my faults, quickly followed by a declaration of having actually liked me, and then almost immediately blocking me and soon after deleting the entire conversation chain away.
I really dislike how many modern chat apps allow users to delete chat logs at both ends. Someone else being able to delete information off my phone just because they contributed to it offends me - I also wrote a bunch of that and I didn't agree to it being deleted off my phone.
But I guess it resolved my need to make my likeable to someone who I was finding more and more unlikeable the more I interacted with him and was regretting having met at all. The joys of being a broken person.
Just glad it is all done.
I do not have the spoons for dealing with dramatic people.
I don't have the spoons for dealing with my mother right now.
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