Eating Crow

Brave Guy 8 and I are walking down the street- strained small talk, and I can’t figure out why he hasn’t told me he doesn’t want to see me anymore- I’ve already deleted his number from my phone and although I appreciate him doing this in person the tension is building and it’s almost painful for me at this point.
I keep flashing back to the last blog post- a blog I know he reads…
Queue the dread.
I keep wondering why he hasn’t just ditched me yet…
He asks how I’ve been…
And it’s all I can take.
“I’m kind of annoyed at you actually…”
The total shock on his face gives me pause.
I think there might have been a slight over reaction… I may have gone from 0-60 without looking… I might have possibly been, ever so slightly, premature in my assumptions...
My neurosis could have come out of hiding and waved their war banners, stomped their feet and gnashed their teeth for no reason what so ever…
And Ms. K could have been right.
“Umm… so, have you read the blog lately?”
He hasn’t- He pulls out his I-phone and starts typing in the web address.
“NO- Stop!” Oh crap this is bad. “Ok, so I hadn’t heard from you… and I thought… (insert verbal diarrhea regarding my insecurities here)…”
He’s shocked… apologetic for the misunderstanding and now reading the blog in front of me. I’m mortified.
He chuckles at something as he scrolls though the page and then…
“You deleted my number?!”
(Insert more incoherent babbling on my part here)
Then the most shocking thing of all happens.
He puts his phone back in his pocket, smiles over at me and says, “It’s ok, I understand- I’ve done it too.”
Just like that everything is fine again.