GED, the Meltdown

(photo credit: my new friend in Paris, and fellow singleton blogger, Man-shopper)

When NM and I were planning our European vacation, Green-Eyed Dutchman (GED) had made another appearance and was, for the time, behaving quite attentively. Within a few weeks of our plane reservations, however, the unexplained-frustrating-depressing silence commenced. At first, of course, I didn't know the silence would only be broken by a 5-minute phone call two months later, and so initially, I was optimistic. That rapidly drained away with each passing week, but I did realize that I might be going to Amsterdam under very different circumstances than I had originally intended. And of course, that came to pass, and I was determined to enjoy the city regardless.

But it wasn't always easy. In fact, I found myself thinking of GED and both missing him and angry at him for how he completely dropped the ball.

In Paris, Irish Parisienne asked me if I would call him once I got to Amsterdam. I said no. Then she said she'd completely understand if I did, wanting to get an answer for his disappearance and closure for the relationship. I appreciated her support, and her words almost acted as permission for me to make the call. Because of course I was curious as to why someone would act so incredibly inconsiderate, especially given our original friendship and years of knowing each other.

So I did call and left him a voicemail letting him know I was in Amsterdam. I heard back from him the night before Queen's Day via email, saying he wasn't in the city but would call me the next morning. I finally got a text message from him late that afternoon saying he had gotten into the city. His next text message was 3 hours later, saying he had only just received my reply and obviously the networks were inundated with data. I let him know the hotel I was staying at by text, voicemail and email, and reminded him when I was leaving. And, as has become aggravatingly typical, I got no response.

A couple days after I returned to NYC, I got an email. Here are the highlights (and my thoughts):
"I feel like an idiot..." Good, you should.
"I was just too indolent to put more efforts in finding you..." Apparently.
"I am sorry Em" Too little, too late.
"You deserve so much more than the way I have treated you." I agree.

At least at this point, I'm not taken by surprise or devastated. I'm actually completely fine with closing this chapter and moving on. And that's a really great place to be, especially with this particular man.