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Oh Boy...

So...I reached out to New Boo. With all this madness going on with me, I decided to stop wondering about him and just find out if he's okay.

Clearly he is.

I told him I missed him in one text. He said he missed me, too. Then I reached out to him yesterday to tell him that I made tacos -- one of his favorites -- and to say Happy Labor Day. We spoke about him working at his new job, but he was clearly not glad to hear from me, so I let the conversation drop.

I still love him.

He still doesn't love me.

And we move on with our lives.

What I wouldn't give not to care. But I do...and I'm kinda messed up right now.

Oh...and Tinderfella hasn't been heard from. What he doesn't really understand is that I need way more from him than he's able to give right now. He doesn't understand that I need attention in order to stay interested. Now understand -- the bad sex already has me not on the edge with him. If he wants to pull me back in, he's going to have to give me some of what I need.

When he finally hit me up late Monday evening -- after telling me Saturday that he needed to hurry home -- the moment was gone. Apparently something is wrong with his phone. I don't know. All I know right now is that I'll be going out of town for the weekend, which means that I won't have to come up with an excuse not to have sex with him again. Yay me!

I've GOT to get myself together. For real.

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