Panic Descending

Panic descending - I sort of love that phrase. Leo used it a lot in his letters so it brings back a lot of memories.

Well, enough of the maudlin sentiments. I do feel panic descending if only because I think that my romps with my FB have ended for good. I think he's avoiding me. Tsk. Tsk. That's really too bad. We were having so much fun.

My theories: a) he's probably met a new girl in the past 3 days whom he wants to pursue with his whole body, heart and soul; b) he felt like such a loser when I told him that I haven't cum with him yet that he doesn't want to have anything to do with me; c) he read my other blog and got freaked out at all the drama in my life (in my defense, I never planned to lay all that drama on him anyway... that's one of the benefits of being emotionally unattached); d) he's in a rubber band phase and he needs to distance himself so he can get closer (yeah right... this is only applicable in "normal" relationships; e) he needs to distance himself because he's getting fonder of me that he would like and because it goes against the FB covenant (I wish!!!! hahahah); f) the real him got abducted by aliens and was replaced by a clone and, the mother of all justifications..... g) HE'S JUST NOT INTO ME!

Oh boy. That makes me laugh really. Well, not really laugh but it makes me want to give a wry, sardonic grin. My Incubus situation made me half expect this retraction just when we were having so much fun but even if it was expected, it still sucks just the same. And to think that the last, it was such a light and bubbly and fond and affectionate thing. It even felt like it was sort of the real thing.. but like my best friend said, they're DELUSIONS! hahaha.

Oh well.