Ben and I have been trying to set up a second date, the skating date, for a couple of weeks now. He's either had to work, or I've had something to do, and our schedules just haven't jived. We were supposed to go skating today, finally.
Yesterday, I e-mailed him to see whether he was still up for it and what time he wanted to go. I received an e-mail from him later on in the day that said he was working today and jamming with the band tonight. Oh, and that he'd met someone.
He gave me the usual options - friends or acquaintances - and either was fine with him. I was going to be my newly-straight-shooting self and say, "I'd like to be friends, but we both know that's not going to happen. If you didn't like me enough to continue the 'getting-to-know' you process with me, but was able to do it with someone else, then there's a reason why you are now with her and not me." But I didn't say that. I said friends was fine. And I mean that. I just know I'll never hear from him again. Which, I think everyone can agree, is probably best.
Next!
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