Farewell my Greek? Now what to do for breakfast....

Dark, dreary, rainy Sunday morning. I'm awake way too early and can not fall back asleep. I'll FB for a while and then maybe I can catch a few more Zzzzzzs. I hop online and notice that the Greek is also awake way too early. He sends me a friendly good morning and we make small talk for a little while. Yada yada yada, he's going to come up and have breakfast with me, I'll cook it. He's going to hop in the shower and make his way here. I get up and get showered and into a cute pair of capri sweats and v-neck tee. It's barely 8 o'clock and I refuse to put on makeup for his visit. He's seen me in all different conditions over the past year and a half. I like that I do not have to dress to impress or make myself up for him. I make some coffee and scope out the contents of the refrigerator to see what I can whip up for breakfast. I know in my head (or at least I think I know) that this is going to be the last day I spend with my Greek. I'm ready for more than what we have. I know that he is not the one that I am going to wind up with. I have accepted this fact way back when and was happy to have him in the interim. He's been a good little pet, I've told him this, he knows his days are numbered. I am looking forward to the company and love that it is dark and rainy. I've always found that to be romantic and know that he is all for romanticizing me! 9 o'clock (just when I am expecting him to pull into the driveway) he calls me. I know already that this is not a good sign. We rarely talk on the phone. I hope it's because he forgot what street to turn down..... of course I know it's not. "Hello?" "Hi. You are going to hate me but......" He is canceling. He is disappointing me for the nth time. I am a little sad. I cut him short and tell him that it's really no big deal, I never put my faith in him 100% since he flakes out on me half the time. I know this bothered him since I am usually more subtle. I hang up and make my way back upstairs. I think about him and the history of "us" and I realize that I am glad he's not coming. Maybe I was wrong to think I needed to have "closure" or "goodbye whatever". He never wanted to give me more than he wanted to give me and although I was willing to accept that and enjoy myself along the way I know now that I am ready and more importantly DESERVING of a man who wants to give me all that they have to offer. I get dressed and ready to join my sister and her lady friends for their girl's breakfast. I am looking forward to the company of these 5 fabulous women. I am starving since I didn't eat yet. I am relieved that I am not going to put myself through the emotions of my secret goodbye rendezvous with my Greek. I think about all of the men I've met in the past 2 years and especially in the past month and I can't help but to think about Golf.... He has out shined everyone so far. He's the one I think about when I'm daydreaming and when I'm drifting off to sleep. I am ready to stop meeting people (5 men in less than a month wasn't a bad run!). I am really ready to invest my time into one man and I think that he is the best choice for me. I don't know exactly what he is looking for (casual dating, relationship) and I think it's too soon to ask him. But at least I know that I am going to give him my attention and see where it goes. I think he has potential and I am really excited to see him for dinner Monday night (I made it happen!!). I will quietly welcome back the butterflies as well :).....