So I took the German out for dinner last night to potentially end this little scenario, so that I don't hurt him.
I tried, I tried really hard.
And I do like the guy, so we came to an arrangement: instead of a full on dumping, where he said I'll never see him again, we agreed on something called 'time share.' And because he's a lawyer, he loved the idea. Time share was coined by my editor who said that it has always worked for her, so I tried it out.
We will date, but very infrequently. We can date other people. We will never discuss a full-time relationship unless on party decides it's necessary and things eventually swing that way. Nothing will ever get hectic, and we don't ever have to feel obliged to see each other. Like a beach cottage really - you only go there when and if you want to.
I'm feeling happy and content for the first time in weeks, because we had a fabulous night, thanks to the new time share plan. We ate Indian food, then stopped for an Irish coffee, then hit a club in Rosebank which was so much fun - we even hammed it up with Phat Joe. Then we went to his house and had a late night swim. His swimming pool is beautifully positioned on the norethern cliff of Westcliff, overlooking the entire city. It was lovely.
And, and! The ex boyfriend is behaving himself for a change. Apologising for his behaviour and cooperating. Long may it last. Yay! A nice end to a really crappy week.