i'm a pixel here, myself

Boy came down, we had lunch, he broke up with me. His words: "I can't date you. You're the kind of guy I would have a very long, deep, committed relationship with, and I just can't do that right now." He's figuring things out internally -- he's got issues with self-love -- and can't be in a relationship to do that.

I'm surprised at how little I was surprised. And for all his assurances to the contrary, I still (of course) feel it was something I did. FRE, of course, thinks he's a bit broken inside, which turned out to be true. I was never in love with him (though I'm pretty sure I could have gotten there), so it doesn't hurt as much as it might. But...

Sorry for not answering the myriad comments that have flowed into my inbox over the past week or so -- I just haven't been around much.

Is it wrong that now I'm going "hooray, now I'll get a job offer!"? There's always once segment of my life that's horribly out of whack. For as long as I could remember, it had been my love life; then it was my work life; and now it's back to love life again. Here's to a nice job in the city, huh?