Getting Beat to the Punch

I was enjoying a city adventure with my daughter this morning when I got a call on my cell phone. It was someone I had gone out with a few times. I liked him a lot, but was beginning to feel as if he was too busy to date me. I needed more.

He told me the conversation wouldn't be long. He told me that he and his ex had been talking. Conversations that start like this hardly ever turn out good. This wasn't an exception to the case. Apparently they have a child together. (news to me, on both having an ex and a child with an ex)

He told me that he's decided to try again with the ex for the sake of the child. You know, I'm not sure if I believe there is an ex or a child, but if they exist I feel a little sorry for them both. I acknowledged what he said and wished him luck. He then felt like he had to tell me we wouldn't be communicating any more.

Duh.

I couldn't resist taking a jab at that. I told him of course not, we definately wouldn't want to behave like grown up adults. That I knew the rules that men who slink back to their exs have to live under.

Somehow, even though I had been considering having a similar conversation with him, the conversation took the sunshine out of the day. I had already come to the conclussion that he wasn't the one for me, and I should probably break things off, but having him beat me to the punch still stings.

I'll be fine. It's not like a lot was invested. It only reinforces my policy of not becoming emotionally involved with men. At least not until they've invested a great deal of effort into proving they are sincere in their flattery.