Another one bites the dust

After much strained communication with Scotty, it is finally over.  A few weeks ago I had strengthened my resolve to throw that fish back in the sea, even role played with Chloe on how to say it right.

"I don't feel like this is working for me.  We shouldn't see each other anymore."  And other such stuff.

I invited him over for dinner, planning to have the talk but he pushed it back to the weekend.  I was irritated that I would have to endure 3 more days of worrying about it, not to mention all the same texts over and over and over again.

Friday night arrived and we went to dinner at Pita Jungle again, because he knows I like that place and was trying to be accommodating.  I talked non-stop about all the documentaries I had been watching, so it wasn't all that awkward....  Back at my house he pinned me against the refrigerator and was trying to passionately kiss me.  I kept pushing him back, but he was forceful.  I shoved at him and said I didn't want to make out.  He insisted that he did.  He didn't understand why I never wanted to kiss him any more.  We sat down on the couch and I started.

"When we would make out before, you would take it as far as you could and I would have to be the one to keep things in check.  It was exhausting and frustrating.  I got to the point that is was much easier not to make out with you than to have to over think it constantly."

"We should have talked about that."

"We did.  It didn't change until I felt I had been mean enough about it."

"Well, I don't want you to feel that way.  You were never mean.  I'm sorry I wasn't doing my part."

"It's ok.  I just don't feel like we're where we should be emotionally for having dated four months."

I kept feeling like it was closing but apparently he felt like we were opening up.  This guy just wants to be with someone. 

Our texts died away over the weekend and after an entire day without any I thought he may have finally realized what I was talking about.  As much as I hated to do it, I texted him.

Me: This isn't working, is it?

Scotty: Doesn't seem that way.  I have just kind of given up.

Me:  I'm sorry it didn't work out.

Scotty: No need to be sorry.

Now all he is concerned with is getting his pressure cooker back.  He offers to come pick it up, I offer to drop it off.  He has to control where the stupid pot is exchanged.  For two weeks the when and where of getting rid of this thing resulted in a text asking me to place it behind my garbage can and he would pick it up after work.  Was it so terribly awkward that he doesn't ever want to see me again?  This was a bit ridiculous.

So I texted him that I understood if he didn't want to see me but this was feeling a little weird.  I would drop it off at his place, and if he wasn't home I would put it in the alcove by his door.  Of course he texted back immediately that it wasn't that he didn't want to see me, was just trying to make things easier.  On who?

Whatever possessed me, I checked Facebook and sure enough he had de-friended me.  Apparently, it was to make things easier on him.