A surefire way for me to let go of someone, is to find out that someone else has gotten a hold of his heart. They say instances like this won’t make the feelings you have for them go away, but it enables you to stop clinging to the desire to be with them. In my case, the feelings start to go away too. Not as fast as I wish they would, but they subside nevertheless. Thus, one would think it’s the best kind of rejection I could ever receive. That I would hope and pray for it. WRONG. Rejection is rejection, whether needed or not. It still hurts like shit, and there are still plenty of other (less world shattering) forms of rejection I’d prefer. The following are a few of those ways.
You could move. A minimum of 5 states apart. The more states the better. It’s a great excuse to not be with someone, but it only works if you don’t want to move to wherever they’re headed (Never mind that they don’t want you to come with them. That’s besides the point lol). There’s not much you can do or say when the person you’re dating (but not in a relationship with) says, “I’m moving to Colombia”. Nothing makes it easier to not see someone anymore that literally not seeing someone anymore.
You could start smoking cigarettes. NOPE. I just couldn’t do it. It’s pretty much a deal breaker for me. I’d be more inclined to coug it out than date a smoker my age. While I know I willingly partake in a lot of shit that harms my body, the operative word is “MY”. Just MY body. Not yours, or his, or the other people in the car. But when you smoke a cigarette, it’s getting in my lungs and stinking up my hair and clothes. I recently made out with a chain smoker and holy shit as hot as he was, I had no urge to do it again.
You could disappear. I mean you ain’t gotta die or nothing, you just gotta get the hell up outta my face. For life. I can take you falling from the face of the Earth as long as it’s not into the arms of someone else. Of course that sounds fucked up, but it’s also a truth most of ya’ll would never agree to outloud. They say out of sight, out of mind. And I wouldn’t mind if you told me you weren’t feeling me then disappeared into thin air.
You could come out the closet. This might very well be the best kind or rejection ever. I probably wouldn’t even feel rejected. I’d probably want to be your best friend. I’d probably come over and instead of you watch me take off my clothes, I’d have you watch me put them on and then help me accessorize. Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve been a girlfriend but I’ve never stopped being a fag hag.