Let's be straight forward;

I've realized that no matter how many times I tell myself that I'm over it, I'm really not. So whenever I tell myself "I'm over it", I kind of silently laugh at myself. Because who am I kidding? I'll never be fully over it until I know for a fact that everything wasn't really. That he didn't or doesn't feel the same way I do. My dilemma; getting him to be serious and realize that his man whore days are over. He still thinks that he can be a little skeez bag but not sir! Not with me. Because I'm done with those kinds of guys. The things he says throw me off too. "You might get something else but I don't know yet". That could be so many things. A ring. A high five. A hug. Him. An elbow to the face. I could go on for days.