We’ll shit. Here we are.

Hi.

BACKGROUND
It probably goes without saying that things didn’t quite end with Mr. Puerto Rico like I said. When I wrote the last blog, I assumed it was over. But, like a fucking clown, he said the right things and I hid my last blog entry, deleted my dating apps, and let an emotionally unavailable dude waste space in my emotionally available life. I know I sound bitter, but I’m actually much less bitter than I seem. I’m just pissed at myself for all of those times I was trying to connect emotionally, and he would respond with some random bullshit, and I let it go.

Me: Hey! If I haven’t told you lately. I like you, mmmkay. <3
PR: Hi! I’m a little stressed with everything I’m going through, but it’s ok. Not trying to push or force things, tomorrow is another day!
Me: (uhhh… ok!? We’ve been dating 4.5 months… this is obviously going well. )

THE FINALE
I’m sitting at work and PR texts to say that he’s sitting at home studying and paying bills for most of the morning. We chat back and forth a bit and I think it would be a nice surprise to Postmates he and his son some donuts for breakfast, since he had pretty much mentioned donuts every night for the past week. I placed the order with Postmates with instructions to just leave the donuts on his doorstep:

He basically went on to say that opening the door and seeing them was an unwanted distraction. Like, really!? You obviously don’t get me at all. What the fuck am I still doing here? I spent the evening texting with Michelle contemplating ending it… over fucking donuts.

Yeah. Donuts.

…but he beat me to the punch (again) and sent “Dear Jane” text number 2.

Neato.