So Coach had his back surgery and he’s back in town per his crazy ass plan. He messaged me via Facebook a few times while I was in Hawaii but nothing worth blogging about. Then I came home from Hawaii.
For some reason he started messaging and texting me – a lot. I guess maybe because he was curious about Hawaii and couldn’t see my wall or because he was immobile after his surgery. Who knows but it was making me crazy. So I refriended him on Facebook with hopes that he’d just stalk me that way and leave me alone. It’s worked pretty well I will say. He’s only texted me like twice since I accepted his friend request. That being said, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time until he goes crazy pants again.
He did text me Sunday night I guess and said he was bored laying on the couch. I told him to chill out he’d only had surgery two days ago and that I was going to bed. About 15 minutes later I got a text from him saying, “HA I got out. I’m going to Target.” I responded “not smart” and asked who was driving. He said he was. Hello Nutso! Sure, driving your car three days after fairly major back surgery sounds like a genius idea! I promptly told him he was an idiot.
Jules and Gwyn both expressed concern that I had refriended him. The thing is though while I miss what we had – scratch that – what I THOUGHT we had, I’m all too aware that I was way more in love with his illusion than his reality. Every time I even think in the least about him, I’m flooded with anger over all the BS. There are no worries there my friends.
Am I sad still? Sure. Am I angry? Hell yeah. Do I want to go back there? No way! I’m definitely missing being part of a couple right now, especially with Gwyn’s Hawaiian defection, but it’s nowhere near worth entering that hazardous waste dump. And that’s just what Coach is for me – toxic.
In other boy news, the Ginger and I didn’t see each other Sunday so I felt like I needed to pull back from him. I didn’t text him any Sunday afternoon/Monday. Last night about 8, he started texting me like crazy. Boys are so weird. I’ve reverted back to the not answering a text unless it contains a question rule that Gwyn and I created. I don’t know what’s up with him but I’m not sweating it either way. Though I want to have sex with him again purely to see if I can evoke another “oh boy.”
And I quit this bitch! I turned in my notice at work here yesterday. Felt damn great if I do say so. I can’t tell you how many emails I’ve received from co-workers congratulating for me for “escaping” and wishing they could do the same. My new job is for a hospital so I told Jules I’m keeping my eyes on the prize and I’m going to date me some doctors!