Call from the Tall Guy

After a week of NO communication from the Tall Guy, he texted me. Now, I had tried to be a smart little cookie by deleting him from my phone, email and Facebook hoping that I could just put this all behind me. But there was that damn phone, bleeping at me. "Can we talk..."

I knew it was him. Too many threes in the number. I sat on my patio, biting my lip, trying to figure out what I should do. Ultimately, I wanted to know what happened and where everything went so wrong. "Sure.."

Tall Guy called and apologized over and over for freaking out. Getting scared. I hate when men use that excuse. Here they try to pretend they are these big, tough guys one moment and then when they really need to get out of a jam they say they were scared. Bullshit, if you ask me.

Maintaining a very calm voice I told him that in order to be in any relationship, Tall Guy must learn to communicate. You don't get to go off the grid just because you get freaked out. I dished out all my understanding and advice in a general way, pertaining to how he should seek a healthy relationship in the future. I didn't want him thinking I was rolling over for him just because he remembered how to use my phone number...

Then the Tall Guy went for my jugular. He told me that he was "practically in love" with me. Against my will, my heart leapt. Unfortunately, "practically" was a major red flag.