I finally deleted her number from my cell phone. It was incredibly easy to do; in fact, it was pretty much done as an afterthought. Going through the list, I came across her name, and thought, "Oh, that's still there?" One press of a button later, and it's gone.

For those of you not in the know, I was dating this girl, if you could even call it dating - more like we went out to dinner and other things a few times. She was smart, beautiful, affectionate, and way out of my league. I often drew comparisons to the relationship between John Cusack and Catherine Zeta Jones in High Fidelity. She was slumming, and it would only be a matter of time before she woke up and found someone much better than me. Only, well, she was already doing that on the side. Granted, we didn't make any serious commitments or promises to each other, but whatever. One night of passion and love and whatever would be followed by a week of being ignored or told that it was all really nothing. Then I'd get a phone call, lather, rinse, repeat. Sometimes it would even be preceded by some big favor she needed of me.

So okay, it didn't take me TOO long to get some semblance of pride back and tell her, in so many words, to piss off. I don't care how beautiful or awesome you are; no woman is worth that. Apparently, my self esteem isn't actually that low. Who knew?

listening to: sister soleil.
in my sink: the entire kitchen. i know, i can't believe it fits, either.