The Problem With "Just Dating"

Argh.

FoxyLady just wants to date, which is fine by me for now. Here's what I don't get. She says she wants to see other people, but then she books time with me during all her free time. When we're not together, we're on the phone. When we're not on the phone, we're messaging each other. When our conversation accidentally wanders into "exclusivity" territory and decides to stay for a visit, she says she's not interested at this time.

I just don't get it.

The problem is... her baggage is getting in the way. And I'm not talking about her Louis Vutton purse. I mean it's like she is wielding her insecurities like a weapon... and pounding me to death with it. The drama is so cliche that I think it bears a striking resemblance to a script I authored in first year film school.

Why oh why do I always end up with over-dramatic relationships?

I need to see other people. I need to remind myself that I have options. I just need a break.

And all of this on top of my pre-existing car accident, legal, parental, coming out, post-knee surgery issues!

Careful what you wish for. SERIOUSLY.

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Dammit. I would start smoking again, but as my luck would have it, not only has Ontario increased the cost of a pack of smokes, but Toronto has now made bars/clubs/casinos smoke-free. Argh again!