B emailed me yesterday. I’d bumped into her father and younger sister last week, and her sister told her about it the the day before yesterday. She simply said, “Hi. I hope things are well with you, my sister said she saw you not too long ago.”
The last time she contacted me was around Easter. The day after then-Wifey told me that there was zero chance of rekindling a romantic relationship between the two of us.
Last week, my latest love interest seemed to be warming up significantly towards me. The last few days, however, things seem to have cooled off a lot. She never texts me when she gets up any more. She seldom texts me in the evenings, when we used to have hours long conversations. In fact, the last two conversations that she initiated were because she wanted or needed something.
This has left me more certain than ever that there is no chance with her. She’s taken away the conversation, which was the only thing we ever really had, and has gone from graciously accepting whatever gifts I’ve chosen for her, to asking for shit. I’ll give it two weeks. If we aren’t back to where we were last week, the spoiling is over. I don’t mind being used, but only as long as it’s on my terms.
Somehow, B seems to know when I’m most vulnerable, and picks those times to reach out to me. At least this time I was strong enough not to invite her back into my life. But my tears did make a brief appearance.