So, what do I do with this? I am so being strung along and I allow it. I like him, he knows it and JUST when I am on the brink of the BIG fuck you you fucking fuck I get this;
Skeptic (4/6/2007 3:34:38 PM): Had a pretty good week.
spankie (4/6/2007 3:34:48 PM): glad to hear that
Skeptic (4/6/2007 3:35:04 PM): Just kidding. Pervasive gloom and doom
Skeptic (4/6/2007 3:56:09 PM): The week flew by before I thought about the possibility of carving out time for a beer/dinner break. Next week if you're still tolerating me I can do it, maybe Tuesday or Thursday or even the weekend. I'm always at UCLA. These days I'm going home to sleep, shower and that's about it....
I told him ok. What is wrong with me? I really like the sorry bastard.