Deleted!

I deleted your number from my phone again this morning. It's a famous move of mine. My friends have been known to say, "You showed him!" or "Again?" when I triumphantly announce my bold decision. They know it's only a matter of time before I'll be making the announcement again.

I do it whenever you make me feel desperate--when you make me feel like you're doing me a favor by spending time with me.  Your time is always more important than mine, of course, and you, well, you have options. You're way out of my league. You don't say it, but I feel it.

I know you're not "partner" material. Your aloof attitude and cockiness are toxic. I know. I have no intention of making any sort of commitment to you. I'm sure you feel the same.

You are better than nothing, though. I'm not ready to lose your number permanently. The good thing about "this" is that, if he comes along, deleting your number will be so effortless.

And, damn, it will feel good.