Well, I guess it might as well come out sooner than later.

Everyone knows Mike, right? *looks at show of hands* Right. So tonight I grabbed him as he was going out the door at the gym (not literally, I just followed him out), and asked if he'd like to come to dinner tomorrow. He said (his words) that he'd really like to, but he thinks that he's on the verge of a 'relationship' with a girl and he promised to help her move tomorrow.

At the time I just kept smiling. "Oh great, you ought to help her out then." Inside voice: NOOOOOOOO...*deathrattle* Kept smiling, kept smiling, left the dinner invitation open, got into my truck and drove off. I didn't actually start crying until about ten minutes later. I was on the way to a friend's house (invited to a jewelry party) but I managed to keep a happy front up during the show. I was told that I look stunning--apparently having been in tears a few minutes beforehand improves my looks, ha ha. A couple of times I felt very tight-throated, but not exactly cry-worthy...and now, at home, I feel like I WANT to cry but things are kind of bottled up and I have a headache and my face and eyes are all puffy and all I want to do is go to bed.

But first, a side note: I figure that if Mike has been willing to disclose information about his relationships past and possibly future to me, he never viewed me as anything other than a friendly kid. And he's still friendly to me, we still talk fine...there just probably won't be anything other than that. Things may not have turned out the way I wanted them to, and I won't say that I'm okay with that at the moment, but I also know that it isn't the end of the world. I just hope that I won't be struck with a feeling like my chest has a fifty-pound sack of bricks on it whenever I see him...if he comes in tomorrow I'll know.

Thus ends (to the best of my knowledge) the Mike Saga.