Well, sort of. I sent an amended version of it based on the conversation I had with T last night. But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, about the phone call.
It was a little superficial at first. Then he mentioned that I could keep the cd he loaned me, so I’m thinking, ok, that definitely means he doesn’t have any plans of us seeing each other anymore. So I tell him, I’ve already made a copy (noooo! I would never do that!) and will mail it to him if he wants. Then he’s all, no, that’s silly…which leads to more discussion about our situation. He still talks out of both sides of his mouth a little bit, which I could easily read things into. But I’m not. I’m taking it at face value. He’s just not into me (stupid book). We both like each other as people. Period. Dot. End of sentence.
We talked about the friendship thing and he said he does want to be friends, but he’s afraid he is going to feel bad every time he looks in my eyes now because he hurt my feelings. Well, he did. But I’m a big girl and understand you can’t force something if it isn’t there. So today, I altered the dreaded draft email to address some of the things we talked about. And basically just left it as I think you’re a good person, I’d like for us to be friends, I don’t know if we can agree on what that means, and if it’s uncomfortable just say so and let’s be done with it. And then I hit the Send button.
I figure one of several things will happen now:
- He’ll be annoyed by it and not respond.
- He’ll feel uncomfortable about the whole situation and not respond.
- Some other variation of not responding.
- He’ll feel uncomfortable about it and respond to tell me it’s too awkward for us now.
- He’ll respond and tell me he just wants hot sex on occasion.
- He’ll respond and tell me he wants to be friends and have hot sex.
- He’ll respond and tell me he wants to redefine our friendship.
Feel free to add your input or other possible outcomes. 
Oh, and my Stars had to go and lose to the damn Canucks last night. Pheh!
On a brighter note, they are giving away tons of free tickets to the next few home games (still trying to win those fans back). A friend of mine that I don’t get to see as often as I’d like (the girl who helped me drink too much wine at my open house…I’ll call her Red) won platinum seats to this Thursday’s game and invited me to go with her. Since that wasn’t one of my season ticket games (I share my seat with another lady), I jumped at the chance. Should be good times.
And the following week, yours truly won platinum seats to the game against the Sharks. Yay!