Okay, I did it. I broke it off with the milkman. So I'm feeling a little sad right now, and feeling a little need to ruminate. We had some good times, the milkman and I, but in the end it just got kind of cheesy.
I didn't want a public scene, so I took the coward's way out and ended it via e-mail. I know! How cold of me! But I udderly expected him to e-mail me back like he said he would. And that's why I wasn't sure if he was going to come by to pick up his stuff - what he's given me over the years.
Despite not hearing from him, I readied his things and placed them in "our spot". And sure enough, this morning when I checked - his cooler, his empties - all were gone. Just like that, without a herd... er... word.
It really is for the best. I was tired of putting up with his bull, and I think he knew it. I doubt that my e-mail was that much of a surprise. And to be honest, the whole time we were together, I never really felt like I was his type. For some unknown reason, I just think he's a boob man.