I always hate it when I’ve been texting with a guy and then about two days later, photos surface on Facebook of him obviously in more-than-friends embraces with other women. One, that makes me chopped liver and cheap amusement, and two, that means I’ve been wasting my time on a flakey-flake. It also means I did it to myself again.
I can’t really blame them because I usually stick to text-based communication and believe that men I’m interested in are already invested in someone else. Creature of habit, I guess.
Back to the drawing board. I need new tactics and strategy. This is getting old. And so am I.