I'm a big fat fraud!

 I wrote this elaborate plan to finally cut ties with the Slow Fader. But in my righteous indignation of waiting, I cooled down.

He texted, of course, after hours my time.

I had planned this perfect message.

Ask him out.

When he gives some flimsy excuse (basically anything but yes), I simply say, Bye, Dapple. :)

No explanation because we all know the rules. I'm tired of feeling like I have to bend over backwards to be understanding and explain myself and be patient. Be into me, already!

I already know you're not, but I wasn't willing to walk away.

I'm telling myself just one more text. Just one more before the final 2 texts. I'm not ready!

But I have to better. Don't I?

Old MERJ has to die to self. New MERJ has a new name and everything. But how do I change 40 years of believing in Secret Love. As a scientist, I know the evidence does not support my belief in Secret Love. Exactly zero people have secretly loved me. They've openly loved each of the women they went on to marry. They did for those women all the things the rules say to do.

Date, like, love, marry.

It's really that simple.

Not: Mess Around, Confuse, Make Crazy, Ghost. 

Those are not the rules, dummy! 

But the alternative is no text. I need to define a better breaking point because obviously taking too long to text is not enough.