I haven’t mentioned He-Who-Must-Be-Named in a while. That’s because I have developed a certain level of apathy for him … even as a friend. I gotten to where I can’t look at or listen to him with that unfettered adoration that I used to have for him. This was inevitable wasn’t it? I feel like I have been fucked over. He did things (things that made me think he was interested) that straight men just don’t do to other guys then says, “Hey, I’m not that way.” I know that in his mind I am the one to be blamed for all this. That one statement absolves him from all guilt in his mind … regardless of all his actions to the contrary. It does take “two to tango,” right? As soon as he knew my feelings for him, he should have backed off and not been in my space all the time. I guess that as long as he feels no consequences then everything is good for him … no emotional or mental fallout to deal with … no worries. Well, fuck him for leading me on. Fuck him for all the shit I put up with. Fuck him for not caring about me even as a friend. Fuck him.