The inevitable fate of a pseudo-dater.

Well, it seems to be that time of the year again for all those in between relationships facing the X-Mas season. The question always comes around when the air gets colder, the leaves of autumn are gone, and the term comes to an abrupt end, "What happens over the month long break?" 
Well, for some they are fortunate enough to be in the same place as their insignificant other and therefore are able to carry on "seeing each other" without interruption or having to have "the talk" about their future. Others, more mature others, sit down, have the talk and can go about their time of relaxation without worry or confusion. For this pseudo-dater, my fate is possibly the worst of all. This particular boy, emphasis on boy, simply left town over the weekend to go home, and neglected to tell me he was gone for the break. That's right, gone for the month. Now, I do not anger easily when it comes to pseudo-dating. It seems in the last few years I have seen it all when it comes to this stuff, but finding out from his roommates that he won't be back till the new year was not the way I thought this would go down. I found myself having to plug my ears to keep the steam from spewing out like a pressure cooker's vent. 
This instance of unscrupulous behavior leads to the explanation of the inevitable fate of all people in these dysfunctional relationships: EXPECTATIONS!
Expectations are a pseudo-daters' worst enemy. There is no way to combat the human-nature of wanting someone to show you the same courtesy as you show them, and it has been my experience (in both giving and receiving) that it will never happen in this type of relationship. As soon as you begin to expect certain things out of a person, the "relationship" will almost always let you down because it is not actually a relationship. Therefore, learn a lesson from my train wrecks: keep it light, make sure it is still fun to be around this person, and if you get fed-up, get the FUCK out, it will only get worse from there.