Mr. A left me last Thursday morning and we didn't talk again that day, nor did I expect us to. He did know that I would be out of town for the weekend and he knew exactly what I was doing. He didn't totally know the timeline.
He texted me on Friday evening (as I was driving) to remind my mom (who was housesitting) to return the video we had rented. I texted him back a thank you for reminding me. I also said that I would let him know when I finally got to my destination.
Seven hours later, I sent him a quick text to tell him that I had arrived. He texted back, "That's awesome!! Wish I was there with you:)"
I said, me too.
The next day, Saturday, I sent him a little message about an observation I had in NYC. He didn't write back.
He texted me Monday evening. We talked Monday night. By mutual agreement, we spent the evening and night together on Tuesday, which was great. We didn't have another date scheduled.
He called me at noon on Wednesday from work to tell me that he was having a crazy day. What was I doing at night?
I told him I had plans to go out with a friend and he asked if he could come over later. I said sure.
So we were together last night onto this morning. We didn't get intimate - he said he just wanted to go to bed. I haven't heard from him since.
Meanwhile, a part of me is just plain tired, a part is crabby, a part is pissy about his evasiveness, a part is glad just to go to bed, a part is ready to tell him off.
