I didn't hear from him all week, so I guessed that he was gone. But he popped back up this morning, acting all coy and goofy and cute.
This is our Text-conversation from moments ago:
Red: Hey cutie
Dorothy: Hey there... haven't seen you around here for a while.... get your phone fixed?
Red: No. Just had a lot going on sweetie. Missed you
Dorothy: Really? Sorry to hear that. Was afraid I totally frightened you at coffee and you ran for the hills Not really :-) Everything ok? I mean I was sorry to hear stuff was going on. (I'm a little flaky today - tired from staying up too late with my guitar!!)
Red: Lol im ok. No i didnt run. Lol i like you
Dorothy: (blushing)
Here's where it got funky....
Red: Kisses
Dorothy: Hey! Easy there, Tex... take it nice&slow. Aren't you still living with your ex?
Red: Yes. But a kiss is harmless right? Lol
Dorothy: Not until you have your own address. I'm not that kind of girl *at all* . I take no b.s.... not even from admirers.
Dorothy: Don't get me wrong - I like you. But I've been there and refuse to get entangled into something I have the ability not to.
Red: Fair nuff
Red: I understand and admire that
Dorothy: Very Good Red. I'm happy to hear that. Take your time, do things right, don't be a stranger, but keep your hands to yourself until it's right.
Red: Deal
I am convinced that I handled this properly, and that it is not too much to expect a man to move out of his ex's house, after they break up (there's a thing with his kids, their schooling, some other crap probably monetary... but I stand firm).
Give me some love people... did I do the right thing?
Dot.

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