Dumped already . . . even in my new, hot little Black Milk TARDIS dress

Alright, dumped might be a little dramatic, but it was indeed on the debut night of my new Black Milk Dr. Who police callbox dress. Yes, the TARDIS on a dress. And it took two glasses of wine and encouragement from a good friend to have the nerve to wear it.

This is a man who is attractive, edgy and has a heart of gold. We hung out for weeks and shared flirty kisses and long talks about life, family and dreams. We were becoming good friends, and then it happened. We had sex. Twice. It was good and I felt a connection. My cat, who's afraid of everyone, even likes him. Within a few days he was chilly at best, and then last Friday he almost ignored me. No, he completely avoided me; went the other direction if he saw me. Even in my sexiest new dress.

Today Facebook told it all. The message popped up in my news feed that he "went from being 'single' to 'in a relationship'." Why did Facebook have to tell me and what would his new girl think about the 12 hours he and I spent together in my bed the last weekend?

It's okay though. I don't call it dumped because we weren't in a relationship. I'm not looking to be in one yet anyway, and he knows that. What's happend has made me wish we had just remained friends since a good friend is much more difficult to find than someone to fall into bed with. As friends, the flirting is always fun and no one gets hurt.

Now that my first little hurt is out of the way, I'll keep wearing my sexy new dress and maybe even buy another one. I hope you'll share what happend with your first relationship ending so we can all help each other forget and move on.

Love to the single girls,
Addison

P.S. Now that he and I have had a chance to talk, we're almost back to we were. At least the flirty kisses are back.