So I finally got up enough courage to end things with D last night. In all honesty, they’ve basically been over for awhile, I just didn’t want to admit it. I guess the conversation went as well as one of those things can go. I think there’s still feelings there on both sides, but sometimes things just don’t work out.
I had agreed to go on a date with this guy from Tinder tonight (love/hate relationship with that app) a few days back. About 10 minutes after I said yes the thought of having to “date” again sent me into a slight panic attack. I hate awkward situations and knew the easiest way out of it was just to not reach out about time and place and go MIA. But, I decided that was lame and shallow so I told the guy the truth and apologized for being flaky. Turns out he was in a similar situation, totally understood and even gave me a little pep talk about how things will get easier. I guess being an adult pays off sometimes.