All The Small Things

Mood: Confused
Listening to: Garth Brooks

To borrow some words from an eloquent internet friend of mine:

Christ on a bloody mountain!!!

I've now officially given up on comparing my life to any soap opera currently on the air.

The convoluted plot that is my life moves much much faster than anything TV addicts could deal with. Miss a day here mate, and you might as well kiss understanding the rest of the series goodbye I think. Much like 24. I could never get into that show. The idea of having to watch it every single week in order to follow the silly storyline made the committment-phobe in me run screaming.

What Sass??? Get to the point already!!!

Sheesh. You people are getting pushy! Settle back in your recliners for this one folks.

 

The watchmaker broke up with his girlfriend today.

 

So to recap:

First week of February, we started "dating"

One week ago, he came clean about his girlfriends existence.

Three days ago, we go out as mates.

One hour ago, he tells me they've broken up.

 

I just said that I was sorry to hear that, and that he must be upset.

What the hell is going on with this whole situation? I've just gotten my head around being friends with the guy, and now what? I really don't think that I'm prepared to be the friend who's shoulder he cries on over this - or even that that would be remotely appropriate.

I also don't want to become the obvious choice for rebound girl. Which, lets face it, is probably what I've been set up to become.

I'm steering clear of him for the time being. If he wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me.

I really am at a bit of a loss to know where to go with this. Advice of all and sundry is sought and will be greatly appreciated. All you need to do to comment is hit the little button underneath this entry... and if you aren't a Blogigo member - join. It doesn't cost anything, and they don't send out junk mail either. This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Sass's Pathetic Lovelife TM. Goodnight World.