I think it's over, the pon far. I should actually google that to ensure the spelling is correct.
So: yes. Perhaps it's over. There is still the I would totally sleep with you beautiful thing. But, for the most part...
It's sort of sad because I think that I could have been a good friend if I could have waited it out. But you can't unsend an email. It's the universal truth that it will happen once to everyone. This wasn't that bad, since...oh, whatever. It's the truth and I wanted him to know that he coulda if he woulda and even if I was frighteningly hideous that can't be that bad. Which I'm not, actually.
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To my credit, I've only done that once. And it wasn't for a paid job. And unfortunately, it was true. The problem was that the person referred to as a dud, who was a dud, got sent the email. Who's the dud, now, sister?
(He really just creeps me out too much--he's over near 12th. A car salesman. Not someone I'd leave my kid with. Not someone I'd like to be alone with. Like, in a car. Shudder. Visceral cringing.)
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Ugh.
I'm taking TaeKwonDo now from the previous boy, really not worth mentioning here. He's the kind of 'the more I know, the less appealing it all is'. I can completely envision the 'but, I want to be with you forever'.
It's a really good work out.