So... here I was again. I was quite sure that this relationship had hit a permanent roadblock, but, I was nevertheless, hesitant to call it quits. I missed the days when Hunte* and I were just friends- bantering wickedly with each other and sharing our online dating woes. But, maybe, after all the Tony* trauma and tantrums, I was just happy to be in an “easier” relationship?  I did not miss the frantic calls to ascertain my physical and emotional whereabouts.   And, I certainly did not miss the non-stop crying!

But, while I might have been happy to be in an “easier” relationship, I was still quite miserable with Hunte.  I kept kicking myself for signing into this deal to be his girlfriend. When I was just his friend, I was okay with the non-meatiness of our conversations. But now, I yearned for more, and was dissatisfied when he seemed incapable of really giving me that something more.

He was not a very interesting man.  We had very little in common. I began dumbing myself down when around him, just to avoid any confrontation which would arise from him misunderstanding me. Our domino/chess games weren’t even interesting anymore.  In fact, I think we took to playing those games more often just to have something to talk about! Or maybe, so we can avoid talking.

Of course, along with all of this, his temper showed no signs of improving. He was still misinterpreting so many innocent things I’d say.  And, he was still keen on reminding me that there were legions of attractive women who wanted to date him.  From time to time, I would receive photos of some show or race event in which he had participated.  In these photos would be sinfully attractive women draped either over the car or him.  These photos never bothered me, since I knew he was just trying to make me jealous.

Another point he was insistent on- was our first meeting.  He seemed very interested in that happening sooner rather than later. Initially, I had been interested in the same. But after so many clear indications that we were not cut out to be a couple, I was more than willing to drag my feet on either of us travelling to meet the other.

I don’t know why Hunte was so insistent that we meet.  Looking back now, I think we both knew that we were on the slow train to nowhere. Indeed, I think we were both just floating around in this “relationship”, waiting for the other to call it quits. I, for one, harboured fantasies about breaking things off with him during a civil phone call or maybe a nicely written email or even a quick text message. I just wanted a quick end.

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We were arguing more than ever and began having spells during which we would not talk to each other for days. Things were getting worse. With the constant fights over meaningless matters, I began feeling as if I had another Tony on my hands.

I don’t remember who hit the buzzer first.  I just know that after all the drama, it was hit quite quickly.   We finally accepted that we weren’t that hot an item as a couple and so decided to go for a long spell without speaking to each other. Then, one day he reappeared online and said “hello”.  We agreed to just be friends. I was not heartbroken.

I thought being friends would come without complications. Was I ever wrong! This time around, we had just as many fights as friends as we did when we were together. He let it be known that he thought I was stubborn and maybe a bit heartless.

At long last, he did us both a favour and deleted me from his Yahoo list. He asked that I never contact him again.  I was very happy that he was the one who had ended things. For some reason, it’s always better for me when they get the last word in. 

*Real name has been altered.

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