AUTHOR'S NOTE

Flower lobr boot

You just said "yes" to a guy who asked you out. Yes, you like him. You guys had just met, barely up to a month, but you had kissed a few times, once or twice. He had come from where he lived, two hours away, just to see you.

It feels strange, you don't know what or what not to do. You don't want to start telling him what to do, so you won't seem clingy or demanding. You dunno if its your imagination, but it seems like he cares less since you officially agreed to have a relationship with him.

You call him on a Saturday morning, you are free, you tell him, wanting him to ask you if you two could hang out. He doesn't, he goes on to say he wants to go and see his friend. A lady friend, you say okay. You don't like it, but its just a new relationship, you let it go.

Later in the afternoon you are chatting with him, thanks to social media. He sends you a screenshot of his message with the lady friend. You realize now that he's so close with the lady friend he has his own key to her place.

Wow!!!

You ask him about it, he tells you the reason.

He asks, "are you jealous."

You reply with a, "should I be?" Though you are, but you want to act all cool. Its a new relationship. That is your new mantra and it seems to work since you haven't lost your cool.

Your plans for the day don't go as planned. You call him he doesn't pick, she does.

Who is the she?

His Lady friend. She tells you to call back in a few minutes time. Two hours later, you are done with an impromptu meeting. He hasn't called back, you send him a message on WhatsApp asking if he was aware you called. He ignores it.

You call him, he doesn't pick. He doesn't reply your messages, you know he has seen it because the message tells you the time it was read.

You are hurt, but you still send him a text message, asking if he was well. No reply. You go back to social media, type him a long message on how you felt, partly because you don't want to keep it in. No reply.

The next day, you are torn in between, calling him, because, you are worried, but you still feel like he should have called you.

You bone, set aside your pride, and call him, on the sixth ring, he picks. When he does, you are at a loss for words, the seconds moving slowly.

You finally manage to utter, "What about Dennis?"

"He's asleep." The feminine voice replied.

Yeah! You are shocked. Angry at yourself for worrying, angry at him for making you worry and angry at yourself all over again.

He never did tell you he was going to spend the night at her place. You end the call and you are sure you wouldn't be dialing the number anytime soon.

The next day he calls you. You only pick after the second missed call from him.

"Hey Babe. Wanna chill?"

"Ehn?" You ask again to be sure you heard right. The first thing you had expected was for him to go into a tirade of remorseful explanation.

"Wanna chill?" He asks again.

This time you lost it, the next sound you hear is that of your phone connecting to the wall of your room. As you stare at the pieces you know that you can't continue with him. The relationship was over.

You just said "yes" to a guy who asked you out. Yes, you like him. You guys had just met, barely up to a month, but you had kissed a few times, once or twice. He had come from where he lived, two hours away, just to see you.

It feels strange, you don't know what or what not to do. You don't want to start telling him what to do, so you won't seem clingy or demanding. You dunno if its your imagination, but it seems like he cares less since you officially agreed to have a relationship with him.

You call him on a Saturday morning, you are free, you tell him, wanting him to ask you if you two could hang out. He doesn't, he goes on to say he wants to go and see his friend. A lady friend, you say okay. You don't like it, but its just a new relationship, you let it go.

Later in the afternoon you are chatting with him, thanks to social media. He sends you a screenshot of his message with the lady friend. You realize now that he's so close with the lady friend he has his own key to her place.

Wow!!!

You ask him about it, he tells you the reason.

He asks, "are you jealous."

You reply with a, "should I be?" Though you are, but you want to act all cool. Its a new relationship. That is your new mantra and it seems to work since you haven't lost your cool.

Your plans for the day don't go as planned. You call him he doesn't pick, she does.

Who is the she?

His Lady friend. She tells you to call back in a few minutes time. Two hours later, you are done with an impromptu meeting. He hasn't called back, you send him a message on WhatsApp asking if he was aware you called. He ignores it.

You call him, he doesn't pick. He doesn't reply your messages, you know he has seen it because the message tells you the time it was read.

You are hurt, but you still send him a text message, asking if he was well. No reply. You go back to social media, type him a long message on how you felt, partly because you don't want to keep it in. No reply.

The next day, you are torn in between, calling him, because, you are worried, but you still feel like he should have called you.

You bone, set aside your pride, and call him, on the sixth ring, he picks. When he does, you are at a loss for words, the seconds moving slowly.

You finally manage to utter, "What about Dennis?"

"He's asleep." The feminine voice replied.

Yeah! You are shocked. Angry at yourself for worrying, angry at him for making you worry and angry at yourself all over again.

He never did tell you he was going to spend the night at her place. You end the call and you are sure you wouldn't be dialing the number anytime soon.

The next day he calls you. You only pick after the second missed call from him.

"Hey Babe. Wanna chill?"

"Ehn?" You ask again to be sure you heard right. The first thing you had expected was for him to go into a tirade of remorseful explanation.

"Wanna chill?" He asks again.

This time you lost it, the next sound you hear is that of your phone connecting to the wall of your room. As you stare at the pieces you know that you can't continue with him. The relationship was over.

You just said "yes" to a guy who asked you out. Yes, you like him. You guys had just met, barely up to a month, but you had kissed a few times, once or twice. He had come from where he lived, two hours away, just to see you.

It feels strange, you don't know what or what not to do. You don't want to start telling him what to do, so you won't seem clingy or demanding. You dunno if its your imagination, but it seems like he cares less since you officially agreed to have a relationship with him.

You call him on a Saturday morning, you are free, you tell him, wanting him to ask you if you two could hang out. He doesn't, he goes on to say he wants to go and see his friend. A lady friend, you say okay. You don't like it, but its just a new relationship, you let it go.

Later in the afternoon you are chatting with him, thanks to social media. He sends you a screenshot of his message with the lady friend. You realize now that he's so close with the lady friend he has his own key to her place.

Wow!!!

You ask him about it, he tells you the reason.

He asks, "are you jealous."

You reply with a, "should I be?" Though you are, but you want to act all cool. Its a new relationship. That is your new mantra and it seems to work since you haven't lost your cool.

Your plans for the day don't go as planned. You call him he doesn't pick, she does.

Who is the she?

His Lady friend. She tells you to call back in a few minutes time. Two hours later, you are done with an impromptu meeting. He hasn't called back, you send him a message on WhatsApp asking if he was aware you called. He ignores it.

You call him, he doesn't pick. He doesn't reply your messages, you know he has seen it because the message tells you the time it was read.

You are hurt, but you still send him a text message, asking if he was well. No reply. You go back to social media, type him a long message on how you felt, partly because you don't want to keep it in. No reply.

The next day, you are torn in between, calling him, because, you are worried, but you still feel like he should have called you.

You bone, set aside your pride, and call him, on the sixth ring, he picks. When he does, you are at a loss for words, the seconds moving slowly.

You finally manage to utter, "What about Dennis?"

"He's asleep." The feminine voice replied.

Yeah! You are shocked. Angry at yourself for worrying, angry at him for making you worry and angry at yourself all over again.

He never did tell you he was going to spend the night at her place. You end the call and you are sure you wouldn't be dialing the number anytime soon.

The next day he calls you. You only pick after the second missed call from him.

"Hey Babe. Wanna chill?"

"Ehn?" You ask again to be sure you heard right. The first thing you had expected was for him to go into a tirade of remorseful explanation.

"Wanna chill?" He asks again.

This time you lost it, the next sound you hear is that of your phone connecting to the wall of your room. As you stare at the pieces you know that you can't continue with him. The relationship was over.

You just said "yes" to a guy who asked you out. Yes, you like him. You guys had just met, barely up to a month, but you had kissed a few times, once or twice. He had come from where he lived, two hours away, just to see you.

It feels strange, you don't know what or what not to do. You don't want to start telling him what to do, so you won't seem clingy or demanding. You dunno if its your imagination, but it seems like he cares less since you officially agreed to have a relationship with him.

You call him on a Saturday morning, you are free, you tell him, wanting him to ask you if you two could hang out. He doesn't, he goes on to say he wants to go and see his friend. A lady friend, you say okay. You don't like it, but its just a new relationship, you let it go.

Later in the afternoon you are chatting with him, thanks to social media. He sends you a screenshot of his message with the lady friend. You realize now that he's so close with the lady friend he has his own key to her place.

Wow!!!

You ask him about it, he tells you the reason.

He asks, "are you jealous."

You reply with a, "should I be?" Though you are, but you want to act all cool. Its a new relationship. That is your new mantra and it seems to work since you haven't lost your cool.

Your plans for the day don't go as planned. You call him he doesn't pick, she does.

Who is the she?

His Lady friend. She tells you to call back in a few minutes time. Two hours later, you are done with an impromptu meeting. He hasn't called back, you send him a message on WhatsApp asking if he was aware you called. He ignores it.

You call him, he doesn't pick. He doesn't reply your messages, you know he has seen it because the message tells you the time it was read.

You are hurt, but you still send him a text message, asking if he was well. No reply. You go back to social media, type him a long message on how you felt, partly because you don't want to keep it in. No reply.

The next day, you are torn in between, calling him, because, you are worried, but you still feel like he should have called you.

You bone, set aside your pride, and call him, on the sixth ring, he picks. When he does, you are at a loss for words, the seconds moving slowly.

You finally manage to utter, "What about Dennis?"

"He's asleep." The feminine voice replied.

Yeah! You are shocked. Angry at yourself for worrying, angry at him for making you worry and angry at yourself all over again.

He never did tell you he was going to spend the night at her place. You end the call and you are sure you wouldn't be dialing the number anytime soon.

The next day he calls you. You only pick after the second missed call from him.

"Hey Babe. Wanna chill?"

"Ehn?" You ask again to be sure you heard right. The first thing you had expected was for him to go into a tirade of remorseful explanation.

"Wanna chill?" He asks again.

This time you lost it, the next sound you hear is that of your phone connecting to the wall of your room. As you stare at the pieces you know that you can't continue with him. The relationship was over.

You just said "yes" to a guy who asked you out. Yes, you like him. You guys had just met, barely up to a month, but you had kissed a few times, once or twice. He had come from where he lived, two hours away, just to see you.

It feels strange, you don't know what or what not to do. You don't want to start telling him what to do, so you won't seem clingy or demanding. You dunno if its your imagination, but it seems like he cares less since you officially agreed to have a relationship with him.

You call him on a Saturday morning, you are free, you tell him, wanting him to ask you if you two could hang out. He doesn't, he goes on to say he wants to go and see his friend. A lady friend, you say okay. You don't like it, but its just a new relationship, you let it go.

Later in the afternoon you are chatting with him, thanks to social media. He sends you a screenshot of his message with the lady friend. You realize now that he's so close with the lady friend he has his own key to her place.

Wow!!!

You ask him about it, he tells you the reason.

He asks, "are you jealous."

You reply with a, "should I be?" Though you are, but you want to act all cool. Its a new relationship. That is your new mantra and it seems to work since you haven't lost your cool.

Your plans for the day don't go as planned. You call him he doesn't pick, she does.

Who is the she?

His Lady friend. She tells you to call back in a few minutes time. Two hours later, you are done with an impromptu meeting. He hasn't called back, you send him a message on WhatsApp asking if he was aware you called. He ignores it.

You call him, he doesn't pick. He doesn't reply your messages, you know he has seen it because the message tells you the time it was read.

You are hurt, but you still send him a text message, asking if he was well. No reply. You go back to social media, type him a long message on how you felt, partly because you don't want to keep it in. No reply.

The next day, you are torn in between, calling him, because, you are worried, but you still feel like he should have called you.

You bone, set aside your pride, and call him, on the sixth ring, he picks. When he does, you are at a loss for words, the seconds moving slowly.

You finally manage to utter, "What about Dennis?"

"He's asleep." The feminine voice replied.

Yeah! You are shocked. Angry at yourself for worrying, angry at him for making you worry and angry at yourself all over again.

He never did tell you he was going to spend the night at her place. You end the call and you are sure you wouldn't be dialing the number anytime soon.

The next day he calls you. You only pick after the second missed call from him.

"Hey Babe. Wanna chill?"

"Ehn?" You ask again to be sure you heard right. The first thing you had expected was for him to go into a tirade of remorseful explanation.

"Wanna chill?" He asks again.

This time you lost it, the next sound you hear is that of your phone connecting to the wall of your room. As you stare at the pieces you know that you can't continue with him. The relationship was over.