I give up.

For the last five months, I’ve been seeing1 E in the most undefined way ever. To the point that I’m not even sure that he’s actually in to me the way that I’m into him. Is it possible to still be crushing on the guy you’re seeing? Because I am. Hard.

But I give up. I can’t do this any more. Mrs. Jesus was right all those months ago, back in the beginning of this path I’ve been traveling, when she gave me stellar advice that I refused to listen to: let him pursue you.

I am an impatient girl when it comes to things I want. And in trying to be patient in letting this relationship unfold, I have failed. Even worse, I’m pretty sure I’ve screwed it up. This is not such an uncommon thing really. I’ve screwed up pretty much every relationship I’ve ever been in–mostly because I was involved at all.

So, how did I screw this one up? Lack of communication.

E makes me nervous in a way that I haven’t experienced in ten years. It’s like being sixteen again and having a crush on Punk and always being afraid of saying exactly the wrong thing when in his presence. It’s been a long time since I was self-conscious about what I say and how I act and what other people think about me, but it all comes roiling to the surface whenever E is in sight or in mind.

For some reason (and my apologies to every guy I have ever dated), I am unable to communicate with the guys I’m dating or want to date. I can spill my guts to everyone and sundry except the person it matters with most. My poor friends have listened to me wax poetical, rail, and gush about E. My roommate is sick of it. I’m sure the rest of them are too, but are too nice to tell me. Poor Josh, every time we start out talking about his relationships, it always gets turned around to mine.

So this lack of communication makes it impossible for me to ask the only question I’ve needed answered in the last five months: are you into me? and if you aren’t, would you tell me?

Okay, so that’s two questions. But E is such a nice guy that I’m pretty sure if the answer to the first is no, the answer to the second might be no, also.

But even while E is a nice guy, he’s a quiet one. He never calls me. He never IM’s me first. He rarely responds to my txt messages these days while he’s out of town. Which means that I’m always the one reaching out and attempting communication. In effect, I’m pursuing him; exactly what Mrs. Jesus told me to not do.

So it’s hard to tell just how into me he is when it seems on my end that he’s making exactly no effort at all.

I think that it doesn’t help, also, that I spent the majority of last semester not only working through my course load, but depression as well. A depression that made me terribly lonely when I was alone, to the point that I tried to fill up my empty hours with people, E being near the top of the list of who to call first. He is quite possibly the only one of my friends who didn’t know I was depressed, but he was the one I was leaning on the most.

This obviously made me call him a lot, and we hung out all the time. By finals week, I was seeing him five days a week, usually for dinner between cramming for finals. But it was mostly my instigation. His calling–or txting–to ask me for dinner was never as prolific as my asking him to hang out, to play smash brothers or frisbee or watch tv, to eat dinner or to go bike riding. If not for the depression, I think I would have been much more able to follow Mrs. Jesus’s advice, to not push what we were doing, to give him a chance to show me that he’s as in to me as I am him.

But when we both left town, everything stopped. Since then, it’s always me first. Me calling. Me txting. Me emailing. Me IM’ing. And half the time, I get no response because he’s busy doing the things you do when you’re home for the summer.

So, I give up. I can’t do this any more. I can’t keep putting myself out there to get no response.

Maybe things will change when he’s back in Chico. Maybe he’ll be the one to put himself out there, to say that he really wants more than what we’re doing.

But maybe all along this was a fling that I wouldn’t let go. And it’s time for me to find that out too. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if that was the case. He’s much too good for me.

Whatever happens is in his hands. It’s his turn to make a decision. I can’t be more obvious than I already have been.

Sigh. I forgot how hard relationships are.

  1. previously this read dating, but Josh has so kindly informed me that I was not actually dating E. We never went on any actual dates–where we would plan anything in advance. It was more, hey, are you free? then lets hang out. Sigh. Such a let down to find that out, since I’ve been telling everyone that we were dating, yet still having to correct those who would call him my boyfriend.[back]