The Problem With Younger Boys

I'm not mad because you potentially chose someone else. I'm annoyed because you left without so much of a courtesy of a goodbye. We do dinners, and spend not a significant number of nights with laughs and sights and sounds. We talk daily. I treat you to proper meals and show you the respect you deserve as an individual and a human being.

You reciprocate with a disappearing act after a not insubstantial meal and a series of treats. The ghosting routine when I query for answers. 

The blatant disrespect. The audacity.

Its a shame really, these younger boys. They know not what they really want half the time. Take you for a twirl, perpetually after the next thrill, the next high and adventure. Stability, and commitment be damned I suppose.

Mature adults have the capacity for talking things out and parting on courteous terms. Not everything works out in life, I know. That being said, the respectful thing to do would to at least be given the courtesy of proper responses before an inglorious end. I'd understand really, I do. I've gone through this path far more times than I pray to recall. 

Perhaps I should learn my lesson with the young and the naivety that surround them. Perhaps in life theres a Goldilocks zone to be found. Too young and they often times remain non-commital, too old and their life stories have filled them with cynicism and dread. 

I'd like to think I'm sorted and sane. Where have my peers all gone?

These drinks don't help with smothering my darkened mood. I will say my goodbyes and voice no direct discontent. You'll never know, and you never have to. 

Au revoir.