Leaving the past where it belongs

That's exactly what I'm doing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the game, but that's just what it is - a game. I've moved from the fantasy side of the whole thing to the reality - he's a bored married man, desperate to recapture a piece of us. Because I used to be so easy for him, he's just not accustomed to me playing (let alone BEING) hard to get. I really should have counted incoming phone calls. They're pretty regular, and I answer every 4th or 5th one. When I feel like it. Between the one Saturday morning and the three spread out over the course of yesterday - I suppose I'm due to pick one up. But I still don't feel like it.

Drunken fiasco Saturday - leads to another boy calling me. No, I didn't DO anything. However, I miss having a big, snuggly one. The one at home hates more about me than he likes, this I know. I suppose I wouldn't be playing games if I was happy there, would I? Can't do anything right at home, and keep getting more put off the more he yells at me. He doesn't know he's effectively shoving me into doing something stupid. Or does he?