About the truth

I met Thom 5 months ago and he'd turned me into his bitch and I was aware, but the last time it was ridiculous.





The first time we met he was pretty charming, we went to his favorite beach, had lunch there, then other beach and walk around. At the end of the afternoon, he took me home and there we made out. He told me he wasn't looking for a full-time relationship, which was good enough 'coz we were busy enough. Later he said that we should go to the Blue Mountains, or even weeks later he said that we should we should go to Queensland. Isn't it easier to be clear and say "I'm looking for a fuckbuddy" and keep it simple?





After that we've met 4 or 5 times, always in my place, or better in my bed. To summarize it's been a "blow'n go" everytime when I wish I'd been blown once or he have a good asset to blow, but it isn't like that.





A change was a good thing to expect, but........ Fool of me, the change arrived. One day he told me to meet him in the city (meet him in a public place?), go somewhere for a drink (a drink together??) and go to his place afterwards (HIS PLACE???). Ok, I accepted. We met really late, about 11pm, looked for a place to drink something, but he drank nothing. He looked just anxious to go to his place to... rest?





So, right after my beer, we took a taxi to go to his place, he looked for his flatmate and when he made sure he was sleeping (!) he took me into the apartment. We went into his bedroom and he started to undress. I followed. Turned the light off and the routine started again. After 5 minutes (maybe 10, ha) he came. Then I put myself together and prepared to sleep.... it was about 1 am, was quite far from my place and thought I could stay.





Suddenly, a phone rang. He spoke: Hi...... where are you?..... I'm at home....... OK, I understand..... OK, I understand........ OK..... He said he had to go to his office because he had to give access to an account from his office to other global office in Asia and he should stay till 4 am there.....





Ok, so I should go with him..... And I stood up to get dressed.





What's wrong? he asked. I'm getting dressed, I answered. No, you can stay and wait for me.





Ok, so I went back into bed.





But.., he said, I should tell my flatmate. he could freak out. You shouldn't wake him up for that. I won't leave the room, I said. But..... blah blah blah





So, the most convenient thing for me was to leave. Ok, I'll go with you. OK!, he said, you can go with me to the office.





Ok, let's go.





But..., he said, I'm not sure if the guard will let you go in. Ok, I'll go with you and I'll go to my place from your building. Your office isn't too far from my place.





But..., he said. I think it's closer if you took other way, should I call you a taxi?





WHAT? I thought. Obviously he's not going to work, he just wanted me to leave his place no matter how. I offered him the easiest way he could take if he was going to work (Going with him in the same taxi and just drop me at the end), but he clearly wasn't going out.





Did he made up the call? It's too much effort, but now I believe it. It was just the perfect timing. And after three weeks, he just hasn't showed up. He knows he did wrong, reeaally wrong. Better for me... and for him.





According to friends, it's just the repetition of previous stories from other people. Ridiculous!





Truth saves effort, time and money! His effort, our time and my money in this case. Practice it, aussies.