It's funny how someone can seem so sincere, and so genuine, and then it turns out that you were just an experiment to see what it would be like to be with someone like you.
That's what happened with Noe. I mean it's not like I was necessarily 'faithful', but as far as I knew, we weren't even officially in a relationship, so that left a lot open for me in the guy department. Not that we split up because of my "fun" but I wasn't really attached, and I was actually trying to think of a way to let him down easily.
But then, out of nowhere, he texts me, (mind you he can't come to my face), and says "There's something important I have to tell you." And I'm all like "What?" Figuring he was around so we could talk face to face, which is what you do when you have something important to say. Then he proceeds to tell me that he's gonna die in like three years because of this disease, and he's known about it since he was nine. So me being the person I am, start feeling all sympathetic and all like, maybe he's depressed, so I start being all comforting, but then he's like, "Since I'm gonna die, I can't be in a relationship," and "You deserve a lifetime of happiness, not just a few years."
So I'm sitting there thinking, "Who said anything about us being together for 'years'?" I mean I didn't even know we were official or anything. And also, "Why, if you knew you can't be in a relationship, did you kiss me that night? You started this. I was just dancing."
So finally I just asked "Are you breaking up with me?" to shut him up, because he was blowing up my phone with all these texts about him dying alone and me deserving a relationship with someone better and whatever. And he says "Yes."
And I'm sitting there thinking, "Then why the Hell did you need to tell me about your disease if you're breaking up with me? I don't need to know that if I'm never gonna talk to you again." Which I'm not. Even though he was all, "I'll always be your friend."
I'm just like "Not bloody likely."
I don't want to be friends with someone who was too cowardly to just come to me face to face, or at least call me to end whatever it was we had, and instead tried to get me to break up with him by telling me he was gonna die, so he wouldn't have to.
And so he starts blowing up my phone about how I'm probably hurt, (which I wasn't, I was setting up a date with another guy as we spoke) and how he'll always be here for me. And I was like. "Dude. Stop. Texting. Me. As you stated, we are over. So just LET IT GO. And good bye."
And so I have an upcoming date with a guitar player who I've had a crush on since I laid eyes on him, and as far as I'm concerned, Noe can die alone by himself. Because obviously that's what he wants.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.