Per my intentions, I did end things with Glen several days ago. I basically said that he seemed to want a relationship and that was more than I could give. It was the truth and substantial enough, but not the whole truth.
I don't remember ever having officially broken things off by email before. In days gone by, I would say it was cowardly. Right now, I think it was a good choice. Me not talking to him for several days clued him in and, heck, we'd only been going out a little more than a month. He's a nice enough person, but I didn't owe him anything, especially considering how I've felt he'd been starting to try to control me. In other words, I didn't want to give him the chance to talk me out of anything or me buy the cute little microwave bowls, to reference recent Tertia.
I haven't heard back from him and don't expect to.
My son and I have had movie marathon days around here - mostly rented DVD and NetFlix - however, I was looking for something in the big movie that I could share with J. I decided on the Will Farr.ell Ri.cky Bo.bby movie, with the condition that he not cultivate any bad habits or look at any bad parts. He's seen many PG-13s, but usually they are archeological action adventures with relatively unbloody violence, things he handles just fine. I had no idea about how bad the sexual content might be in a PG13; turns out, not so bad. J covered his eyes for two big kisses: woman on man and man on man. He got all the PG13 bases covered, I think.
There was a lot of trash talk, but here's one great line that would probably be funny to all sexual orientations.
Cue NASCAR Announcer:
Girard is sitting on the pole position, which is a statement of fact and in no way a comment on his sexual orientation.
Okay, out of context, it loses a bit, but it does remind me I need to change teams.
[Kidding. No relationships around here any time soon.]
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