Right on schedule, the relationship with Joe begins to fall apart. 2 months and Bingo! An alarm goes off which means “Time’s Up”. We’ve not discussed the situation, but my growing frustration at not being more intrigued by him must have been conveyed. More and more I realize what a transparent personality I have. Yesterday, I was tense and aloof with him. He was very quiet. He went to an AA meeting with me and then we went to a movie. He spent the night. I’m an absolute iceberg. Not even an affectionate hug. This morning he was stonily silent. I left him at the subway and he was definitely not a happy man.