In the end, it turned out to be a compromise.

I did not cut and run. However, I DID say, "Look. I'm not going to call you. Ball's in your court, and if you want to continue whatever this is that we have, YOU are going to have to call ME."

And instead of staying for his concert, which I had been planning, I drove to Indianapolis at midnight because I realized that I wanted much more to be with a great friend rather than an inconsiderate prick.

It really feels good to finally have a backbone where Galen's concerned. Truly.


In the meantime, I move into my new house in Indiana on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to meeting my roommates. Or perhaps this is all going to hell very quickly. It will be interesting to find out.

Am currently working my way through Final Fantasy: Dawn of Souls. Booyah.

But first, a shower.