So I fell for a boy. It was a whirlwind fiesta of infatuation. Let's ignore the fact that he was on the opposite corner of the continent. There were a multitude of quirky little red flags I attempted to ignore.
The first major issue was discovering half the pics he had shared with me were of course quite false. The other half it appeared were out dated. Most normal people would call it quits on that sour note. Being the quirky little cancer I am, I decided to try to find out why this had occurred. A temporary patch was placed and the relationship moved on.
Things had started to settle down a big, becoming almost routine. Security, I felt was mine. Guess that was a premature judgment. See I'm a fairly insecure guy. This leads me to dig into a situation when I feel like something is off. I don't confront, or threaten, or accuse until every piece of evidence is absolutely stabbing me in the eye with obviousness.
So I crashed for eighteen hours. He woke me with a message, noting that I hadn't messaged him. I awoke the next morning and all was pretty damned routine. I shot him an offline message, then proceeded to my standard social networking profiles to see what had changed. I was slightly jarred to see a notice informing me his status had changed to 'single'. I went to his profile, nothing particular out of order, except you know his status did in fact say 'single'. Considering this was Facebook, and I had sent him a relationship approval some time prior, I was quite taken aback.
I wont get into dirty details. I'll just leave it that I'm now single again. I am however amused that for all the talk about not knowing how to approve a relationship status, and not knowing the 'new facebook' it took relatively little time to erase me from existence. Guess I didn't mean that much to him after all.
Oh well, guess I'm lucky we had the same ring size...
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