goodbye, orange hat.

i'm pissy today. here's why.

i've been seeing orange hat. he's great. we click. it's magic, butterflies, lollipops, and celine dion songs. we talk easily, and have comfortable silence. we like a lot of the same movies, and when we don't, we tease each other heartily about our cinematic low points (bring it on? really?) we both like holding hands and having sex in public. there's passion, connection, a sense of understanding, and overall, we really like being together.

he just didn't tell me he had a boyfriend.

i'm not going to get all cliched and tell you that i've never felt like this before, that i never meet someone i click with. i haven't, and i don't, but i'm not going to say that. it's corny. what i will say, however, is that i must have fucked someone's boyfriend at some point to receive this kind karmic treatment. i know, let's let bobulah meet this guy, and have him be everything he likes about a man. let's make sure they make each other laugh, and the exchanges must be easy and natural. oh, and let's throw in a fuckload of sexual chemistry. can't forget that. what's that? he has a boyfriend? perfect.

ok, there's more to this story. he's at the end of his relationship. it's been over for a while, and he's over the guy. it's just not actually over. so i told him i would save him the trouble of having to break two guys' hearts in one year and i ended it, whatever it was. i told him to call me when he had things settled in his heart and his head. so, i got out before i really started to like him, and i gained a new batch of self-respect as a bonus. and who knows? he might call me in a few months.

i hope so.