The Rebound Game

Thirty

Being single is fun with all the mini heartbreaks you experience from crushes. One minute you are mourning Harry and the next, you are going on a date with the new guy at work.

 But not for me. Unfortunately.

  I am convinced I am not cut out for this kind of life. For starters, I have developed serious feelings for the most emotionally unavailable guy on the planet. One would say I am obsessed. It's a new feeling, something I have not felt in a long time.

 Unlike what I had with Oliver, this is intense and I am constantly worried that maybe I am not enough and he might not want to be with me. I have been tirelessly wracking my brain for any clues that whatever I am feeling is not one sided.

This is foreign and it's seriously messing up with whatever plans I had to act cool with him. He has been giving me mixed signals and I don't know if my fragile heart can take it anymore. One moment we are talking for hours on phone and the next, he is replying to my texts with no hint of emotion.

The first few weeks in my relationship with my ex were different on so many accounts and I sometimes catch myself making comparisons. With Oliver, I was certain he liked me and never failed to remind me every chance he got. I rarely went to bed without a goodnight text and would surprise me with gifts and flowers on random occasions.

 So many girls pinned after him but he was determined to show me that he was mine, if I let him be. What I had with him was sweet and mature. Oliver assured me that playing games with a woman his hearts beats for had never been his strategy. At the time, I thought it was cheesy but right now, I wish Ezra was as straightforward too.

  I miss the consistency.
     
  I am currently pacing in Ezra's bedroom as he takes a shower. I check for the time on my phone and it indicates 7.15 am. Last night was incredible but I am not sure if I  should leave before I make things awkward for us both. When we woke up this morning, Ezra told me he would be gone for work and be back by eleven. He said he would give me a clean T shirt and a pair of boxers.  
   
  I suspect I am getting a special treatment because I am Annie's sister. Ezra is clearly not the commitment type. He was so sweet to me last night and I kept him company while he cooked for us fish from scratch. He listened to me talk about my childhood and all the trouble Alex and I got ourselves in boarding school. He is a gentleman when he wants to be and this morning, he made me breakfast which remains untouched.

 For the first time in months, I don't have an appetite.

  I can tell Ezra is trying not to give me the wrong impression but we both know he is using me for sex.

There, I confessed.