DRAMA QUEEN

I never thought I'd meet my match in a man. And sadly, I don't mean my ideal match, but a man who is just as drama queen as I am. Yes, drama queen, not that he's gay, his drama is simply too much to remain as a drama king. I am writing here just to let things out and to tell it somewhere because I can no longer stand with all this inside.
It is always a relief to write, and I had not done in such a long time I guess I'm out of practice.
Some context. See post before this one. I just read it and in certain way I understood something in a flash of a second. Day two -TWO- said, "First confusion". That should have been a HUGE red warning! But instead of heeding advice and acting accordingly, no, I continued and went straight to bang my big stubborn head against it! I mean, at my age... I should know better! and it's not just a matter of age, it's a matter of experience. I might not have tons of it, but just enough. Of course, if you read the post where a Canadian vagrant lifts my self-esteem you may understand why I ignored the STRIKINGLY RED ALARM. I'm in such a need of affection, tenderness, and all that jazz usually wrapped up under the four letter word so profusely used in chick flicks that anything, anyone would have sufficed.
Now, let me tell you about this drama queen -he's older than me, WAY older (well, 6 years, yes way older), he's not so handsome (he used to be), he has great arms (he really does, huge and strong and muscular), he's fun to be with (at least when he's not in his drama-mode) and I loved the way he used to greet me and to say good-bye when he left (noticed my use of "USED"?). And here resides the trigger to the whole drama.
Read and tell me if there is a real, logical reason to act in such a way. I'll begin orderly from last week Monday to Friday. Monday was sort of good. When I arrived he was at his place so we kissed. We went having lunch together and talked. He came and gave me my kiss before leaving. Nice day, as I like days to be. Thursday - same morning routine. He didn't have lunch with us because his friend -who is a female I must point out- needed him desperately -and yes I'm being both sarcastic and realistic- by night I left and he had already left. I met him downstairs waiting for a lift -again a female friend, but not the same. Whatever, not my idea of a nice day. Wednesday -I don't even remember if he came to say hello. We did have lunch together and he told us about the misfortunes of his poor tragical female friend (must I say I was terribly bored?) I suppose he kissed me good-bye.
Thursday I'm positive he was NOT in his place when I arrived, "No problem, I thought, as soon as he realizes I'm here he'll come and give me my daily kiss." HA! He never showed up. I had enough work to do to be tragic about that. (I mean I go to work to ... er... work!) I went to have lunch with a workmate and he had told us it was "drinks day". It doesn't make me happy but, what could I do? I mean, men are supposed to do certain things and behave in certain ways, don't they? They need spare time with friends and all that jazz. (Again.) I had plans with other workmates to go to the theatre at night, and we would leave early so I wouldn't be in my place when he went to kiss me good-bye. I wanted to tell him. He never connected to the chat. Of course when I passed by his place I didn't say good-bye or anything, besides, he was busy. (Have I told you that workmates are not supposed to date -or whatever we are/were doing?)
Friday I arrived, he was not there. I waited. Nothing happened. I went to fetch my coffee and my water and yet nothing happened. (Translation -he never showed up for a good morning kiss). He never connected to the chat, I had planned to have lunch with other workmates, so again there was no way of telling him I would not have lunch with him. He got upset, angry, mad -whatever you want to call it, I call it he misbehaved, yes, like a little spoiled brat who yells for a toy. He decided to ignore me -quite a mature behaviour from his part. (Spell checker, please, if you don't like my British spelling go fuck up, I'm in no mood to continue tolerating stupidity of you-have-to-behave-in-such-and-such-ways please. So, don't underline in red my behaviour.) Around 18.00 I finally saw he connected. I addressed him in a quite neutral and even cheerful way, and he was curt in his response, even rough and mean. I told him in a good-humored way I liked his  good morning and good-bye kisses and he just remained silent. The day ended and he never went to kiss me good-bye. I remember I thought, "He has decided. Ok."
I went home, watched a couple of films, and tried to sleep -quite unsuccessfully. I discovered that once your mind is NOT distracted by outside stimuli it starts spinning wild stories of its own, it's like it had life of its own (yes, I'm repeating myself, so what?) (I might indulge in many kind of mistakes, but I'll never tolerate misspelling.) I watched how the sun and the moon travel through the night, giving way to the pale early light, and then to the full morning sun. I decided to go have a run or a walk or whatever could generate a good feeling inside me. It didn't last long. I had a fight with my only child, my good daughter. I spent the day alone... and miserable. (See? I am a drama queen, and that might be the sole reason I want nobody else to take my role -are there two queens reigning anywhere? wasn't that the reason Elizabeth beheaded Mary?) However, the weekend managed to end with me sleepless and in an angry mood. My daughter and me got into a cat fight and somehow it helped me to finally free my anger. I was shaky when I took my shower, but along with the water, I was eased. I had a nice evening with Mom and finally arrived home with a sleeping aid. I watched Zombieland and somehow managed to fall asleep. I didn't want to come to work. My mouth was dry, my heart ached, my knees shook, it had a whole physical effect on me! And he continued to ignore me. I was tempted to call him on the chat, instead I erased past conversations. Finally, after lunchtime, when I went with my brother, drama-queen showed up to strike some kind of conversation. My wise brother had advised me to stop the chat and go talk to him face to face, so when he approached I decided it was good idea to talk, and so we did. And everything is fine now.