SMS or SOS?

Take a deep breath. Can you sense that?The smell of relationship discord is strong tonight.
So I've been here, in my old stomping ground now for three days.
Down the street lives and breathes my old buddy. How many times have I seen him since I've been back? None.
Thats right, none.
This in itself is odd, as I used to crave his touch, crave his kisses all over my body. Now, the less i see of him, the more i don't want to see him.
You will know, dear reader that I refer to The Boy Next Door.
Once held under his spell by passionate sex and kind, if misleading words, I am no longer enthralled by his texts full of desperation and longing.

Does this have something to do with Irish? Irish the emotionally unavailable yet obviously fond of me boy? I presume it does, but we'll have to delve into that another time.

Allow me to explain how my affection for the boy next door turned into something burgeoning into distaste.
The following conversations take place through SMS.

Thursday
10.55 pm
Boy Next Door - I wish you were close by so I could hold you.
Honey - So do I! Im so bored right now. But I'll be home tomorrow for the next few days. Perhaps we can catch up then?
B - Sounds good baby. Cant wait to get my hands on you. I'm already hard thinking about it.
H - Cant wait for you to get your hands on me...or my mouth on you. Speak tomorrow Sweetie.

Friday
6.30 pm
B - Hey sweetie, you around?
H - Hi babes! Yeah, I just arrived at mine, and about to sit down for dinner.
B - Cool, Im still at work, but I'll give you a call later?
H - Sure, i'll chat then.
B - Merry Christmas sweetie! Cant wait to see you.
B - Merry Christmas baby.

11.30pm
B - How is your christmas going, sexy?
H - Good babe, just getting drunk and playing karaoke. You know how we are, lol. When do you wanna catch up?
B- Now, sweetie? I'm kinda tired and I also have to be up early in the morning, if thats cool with you?
H - Uh, its Christmas Eve. Im not leaving here, especially after I've been away for so long. Sorry.
B - You cant even sneak away for a quickie? Pretend like you have to drop something off?
H - I find that really offensive actually. I dont now if I'll be available tonight.
B - Im sorry babe. I just want you so bad I'll do anything to see you.
H - Ok. Merry christmas again. Good night.

Saturday
1.00am
B - Hey sweetie, you up?
H - Yeah, just watching movies. Might go to bed soon.
B - You should come around and get naked :)

Sunday
4.30pm
B - Where's My Honey??
H - Im out shopping for groceries. I'll come and see you later tonight maybe?
B - Sounds good babe. I am here for a couple of hours before I go to my uncle's . Not sure what time i'll get back sweetie.
H - Well I am about to make dinner forour family boxing day thing so i wont be availabe fpr the next few hours. Shall we leave it to chance?
B - We shall :)

Monday
1.44 am
B - Im guessing no...?

1.57am
B - Hey Sweeetie, Im guessing too late?

2.12am
B = Night, aye.

2.44am
B - Not going to happen, I guess. Take it easy. Not doing this anymore.

4.42am
H - Aww, poor B is grumpy now. Sorry for being asleep and not waking up hearing a text msg beep! If you really wanted me you should have called after i didnt answer back. Your choice to end this, B. Sorry for not being available 24/7 like I used to. But don't you dare get the shits with me for being asleep at 2am. See ya.

This of course was a mad variation of what I really wanted to say,after waking up to find 4 texts from him on my phone. I could have added a Go To Hell in there, or an I'm so sorry baby. But I think the truth is now, I'm over him. I'm so over him I need a new word for over.

You know what, for someone who has a loving girlfriend, he is being pretty ballsy with me. And that shit ain't ok with me anymore.

Maybe I should start banking on the luck of the Irish.

Good luck in life and love,

Honey xxx