I haven't talked to my "boyfriend" since yesterday morning. He didn't call me last night, or at all today. I am not going to call him. I'm tired of chasing after him. I'm getting to the stage where alot of things about him irritate me and I haven't been shy of letting him know. Guess he can't handle it. I guess in his mind its ok to laugh at me like a lunatic, pinch and jiggle my tits, meow like a cat constantly in a high pitched screetch, and fart in my house without excusing himself. I don't need it. Shouldn't of rushed into things with him anyhow.