Okay, here's rational Bev again. And I have to write this down before I forget (I'm a little toasted!). Because I have to trust my instincts and know that Fabe is not someone who would maliciously hurt me and because I have recently built up this weird 'self-esteem' thing. I have narrowed it down to two, maybe three, possible explanations.

1. He really just wanted to get laid. [sentence crossed out in original format] Hang on, don't like that one. You know, he could have just been thinking about it and thought, whoa, I'm not really sure that this is a good idea. Which is understandable because I was kind of a freak. Not really that so much as I pushed him farther than he wanted to go. And I do believe that he had feelings for me, then I broke up with him. Or maybe he's just inconsiderate, got a better offer or really didn't make half as much of this as me. That leaves two possible outcomes: either he will call, or he won't. Comes down to that. If he doesn't call, I go on with it. I get on with everything and see who is around the corner someday. If he does call, in five minutes, five hours or five days, I will be my happy-go-lucky self. No explanations, no guilt, no payback. But I go SLOW. If we go out, no sex that day/night. Seriously, Bev, you have to try it. You did it with Craig and Dave and Colin. Say no. Just, let's take it slow. No expectations, let's just see what happens. Can you do that?