So there's this woman in my building who's dog I walk. (I'm a NYC dog walker extraordinare) She has this extra room she rents out. It's lovely really. Large, clean with a huge wall to wall window overlooking the Hudson River. I covet this room for my own as my maybe-maybe not-ex-girlfriend and I try a temporary separation. I've already told myself how incredibly convenient this room is. When (we'll call my maybe-maybe not-ex, Kate) Kate isn't home I can walk, in my socks even, over to our apartment and hang out with our children, (5 cats, 1 dog).
See, this is where I've head-fucked myself.. I've already made plans and moved in before I've even asked the lady if she's looking for another roommate. Now my heart is so set on it, every time I call her number my blood pulses so hard I fear a stroke will occur before she answers.
She's never home or she's screening my calls and not calling back for some reason. I've concluded it's because she hates me and refuses to acknowledge my suffering.
Last night Kate didn't come home or call until 6:30am this morning. The experience wrecked me. I went from believing she got a hotel room, left her phone in the Jeep, fell asleep and forgot to call to seeing her crying and fighting off a rapist, murderer. She called from a hotel in Jersey, she had left her phone in her bag and fell asleep. It was one of the worst nights of my life.
She has told me she doesn't have enough of herself for herself, much less to be giving any to me. I believe her now. There is an ominous feeling of urgency for my departure, yet I can't get anyone to answer a phone.
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That really, really sucks.
Maybe the lady is out of town for the weekend? Did you try knocking on the door or is that too stalker-y?
LOL...yes, I did. She was home because I heard her shush the dog. Never opened the door. Then, I went and left a note, as I was at the elevator I heard her open the door and retreive the note. I didn't run around the corner to see her because I definitly thought that would be too stalker-y. She finally called and left a msg. much later last night. No room for rent.
Her behavior was strange to me, I think it's a good thing it didn't work out.
Thank you for asking.
Now my heart is so set on it, every time I call her number my blood pulses so hard I fear a stroke will occur before she answers. She's never home or she's screening my calls and not calling back for some reason. I've concluded it's because she hates me and refuses to acknowledge my suffering.
LOL...I only laugh because I can totally relate. It sounds like one of my own thought processes. Great minds think alike :)
Now my heart is so set on it, every time I call her number my blood pulses so hard I fear a stroke will occur before she answers. She's never home or she's screening my calls and not calling back for some reason. I've concluded it's because she hates me and refuses to acknowledge my suffering.
LOL...I only laugh because I can totally relate. It sounds like one of my own thought processes. Great minds think alike :)
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