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May 18, 2007
Another call on my behalf.
"Alright well I should probably get off the phone. Good luck on your job search!" he said.

I returned home and eased tension with a glass of white zinfandel turned blood-red merlot as I reseached unrequited love, first love, rebound relationships. I got riled up. We were in seperate places but I wanted him now. Another call.

I want to be with you. No. Please. No. That's all I needed to know, can't feel the same way. It's bad timing (and it was-long distance, unemployment tends to get in the way dum dum). Nevertheless, I hung up.