All mediocre things must come to an end...thankfully

As dusk set in on my Fishkill, NY workplace, the sun was setting on my pseudo-relationship. Shouldn't come as a suprise to anyone, knowing my luck.It just got to a point where I couldn't deal with broken date after broken date. I was making myself available, and she was ignoring that. I wanted to get to know her better, and she wasn't opening up. She now blames everything on a medical condition that isn't nearly as bad as she makes it out to be. I feel bad for her, but I don't think it should be an excuse. That's just me, though. Your mileage may vary. I'm a bit sad, but it could have been worse. I could have let this drag on and on and on as the shit piled higher and higher. The advice of some friends and a very strange combination of songs playing as I drove home in a fit of rage last night pushed me to do it now. I'd like to thank those friends, and the PD who programmed "Look At What You've Done" by Jet and "I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace. It's amazing what a coincidence that was. Freakish. Anywho, that's the story. Tom is single again. Everything can go back to normal. And the sooner the better. I'll be back on Friday with my latest weight loss update (already at over 10 lbs. suckas!) and any updates on this situation. Hasta lumbago, kids!