I’ll do my best to be as brief as possible.

She ended our relationship in January. A few days later she asked if we could be friends. I said “that would be a mistake...” she was butthurt for several weeks; drunk dialing and texting me dropping subtle hints about getting back together (texts like “I really miss you, what do you think about us being together?... and all that sappy garbage)

A week or so later I got a text from her explaining that the was going to block and delete my number because she didn’t think she’d have enough self control to leave me alone. I replied that it’s her prerogative and that she should do whatever she wants.

We had a phone conversation about things and she pretended as though she was still only interested in being friends and it ended with me telling her that I’d have to think about it.

Recently she sent me a book called “The Rosie Project” about a guy who seeks practical means of weeding out potential wife material and ends up marrying a friend of his who fails to meet his methods.

I thanked her for the book in a text and then radio silence.

I wondered if she’d finally blocked me so I texted her with instructions to call me that evening to see if that we’re the case. (I could have called her myself but wanted to see if she would abide to my commands) No call = probably blocked. Call = I don’t know WTF but at least I’d have one of the possibilities eliminated .

She called nearly immediately and said I was right (I told her that I usually am) in that being friends is a mistake. The conversation ended quickly as she was called into work.

The next day I got a book in the mail called “the part of me that isn’t broken inside” about a guy struggling with life’s meaning and who’s relationships with others are mostly physical and shallow. Her inscription read “you were right, being friends is a mistake”.

Our last communication was a text from me explaining that I’m tired of the games, that I don’t think I’d want to be anything more than friends and if that’s the route we take we should be kind and not pretend to be strangers.

My thoughts and questions:

Are these just shit tests / calls for attention?

I’m cursed with an analytical mindset and have to understand things if I don’t. But I’d rather staple my dick to a tree than keep the tint to figure out this bipolar bullshit from her.

I have the prize and abundance mentality though for some reason I sometimes (periodically) get oneitis symptoms.

I hit the gym several days a week and have infiltrated other social circles.

Thanks fellas.