No More Games

Mr. Pissy stopped being pissy, and we were actually able to just talk. Until tonight. I'm done with him, and have no desire to speak to him again. Aside from the fact that he continues to bring up the fact that the relationship isn't going to go beyond friends, he's playing this game of not telling me stuff about himself. I mean, he's a writer, and a political writer at that - I'd like to read his stuff, but he won't tell me what it is. I mean, I am not in the business of trying to make him my husband, but why does that mean that I can't get to know him better? I mean, technically we are 'friendly acquaintances' - yeah, that's true. I can't really call him a friend yet. Personally, I'm glad that this break is happening because I get the feeling he's a shitty friend. I already told you all that he talked a lot - this guy just TALKS AND TALKS AND TALKS. He's a narcissist - it's all about him. And he wonders why he's divorced? It's because you're a selfish prick, that's what! I have to fight to get a word in edgewise other than "uh-huh." So he pulled the 'shady' card when I asked about his political activities, and I just broke. I am not hiding anything from him, and he is so self-centered, he hasn't asked much of anything! So at that point I let him know that part of the reason we'll never get anywhere is because he talks too goddamned much and doesn't let anyone get a word in edgewise. And then the wrap-up: have a good life. He's a fucking energy drain. I'm done with this game.