Nov 112015
 

A few days ago, I found myself in a circumstance where I thought it likely I might encounter the Porcelain Doll. You may recall, things didn’t end so well between us.

I had given how things went down (how she didn’t go down) some considerable thought over the last few months, and, a few hours before I imagined we might find ourselves in the same place, I texted: “We may see one another this afternoon. I just want you to know that I’m sorry about how this came to a close. I’m sorry I put you in a position to have to fend off my advances, and sorry that I responded to your rejection so violently. It wasn’t cool.”

Some hours passed. I didn’t see her where I’d imagined I might.

And then, the next day, I got this: “Hey, sorry. Wasn’t on my phone yesterday. I was xxxx so I didn’t make it…. How was it??” And then, “Thanks for your note and apology. I understand why you were upset and apologize. How are things with you?”

We picked up from there. I don’t know that our friendship has a lot of life left in it. I was hurt, and while I’m occasionally a glutton for punishment, I think that just as I’ve revealed that I’ll likely always see her as a potential sex partner, she’s revealed that she’ll likely always see me as a potential john. And I’m not sure that’s a recipe for happy interactions between us.

But I’ll keep you posted if things change.

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