Lesson learned and relearned and relearned. Maybe this one will stick.

After a few annoying text exchanges yesterday, I made plans to meet Texty McTextstein on Sunday for coffee.

As the day progressed, it struck me that this was a Very Bad Idea. FORCES, please, spare me the I-told-you-sos. So I sent him a text telling him that I couldn't do it, that there would be no drama at the wedding, that we should just stay out of each other's way. He sent back annoying text after annoying text, and I was too annoyed not to respond to every third one. Then things turned ugly and he said some hateful things that shouldn't have hurt but they did. So I turned off my phone and went to sleep. I had this dream.

Texty and I were making out on a bed in a hotel room. Clothes started coming off. Sex was about to be had. Then he stopped and looked at the clock. Said the International Food Festival that was in the hotel was only going on for a few more hours, and could we do this later? Got up, put his clothes on. I said I wanted to go too, and he told me he didn't want to have to wait for me to get ready. He left, I followed him out in the hallway asking him why he couldn't wait five minutes for me to throw my hair in a ponytail and put on a pair of jeans. He said he just couldn't, and quickly walked away from me. I went back to the room and sat on the bed. I started to cry. I wondered if he was meeting someone. I wondered why he had been in such a hurry to get away from me. I wondered why he couldn't just go to the food festival the next day. I got hysterical. I put my hair in a ponytail, threw on a pair of jeans and followed him down to the festival. He wasn't there. For hours I walked around, but I never found him.

That pretty much sums up our entire relationship. Any and all future text messages received will go unanswered.