who is this man?

[Ms Jen]

It is SO HARD not to hope too much. One or two evening of civil, almost friendly, conversation and I got my hopes up, for maybe a hug, a peck on the cheek, a pat on the back, a foot on my side of the bed... nope.

I see him starting to work out and immediately wonder who he's getting in shape for - I've been working out for weeks and it's for me. Wonder if he thinks I'm doing it for someone else?

Today I feel like this is all a big stupid game and I'm tired of acting as if and tip toeing around. But I'll go home and do it anyway. Maybe I'll have a drink first though.