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Random Texts from Old Mistakes

Again, I am in complete and utter *AWE* of the opposite gender and their sheer...well no pun intended...B-A-L-L-S! Some of them are so confident of their total awesomeness and whatever it is that they think they possess that it just amazes me when they, out of the blue, try and hook up with you (again). HELLLOOOO....it was a mistake the first time. 6 months ago. Not like I miss you. Not happening again. I mean, what exactly is going through their minds when they send a random message to someone they haven't seen or spoken to for 6 months (and didn't exactly leave things on polite terms).

Refer back to here - THIS guy I have not heard from for 6 months. I've missed my jewelry terribly, but him... NotSoMuch. He was just one of those terrible dating lessons learned. A friend (or so I thought he was a friend) lost. Until he sent me a text message to say "hello".

Ok I thought I'll play along.

He asks how I've been and I reply and ask how he's been, yada yada. And the part I knew was coming but thought surely he has more respect for me than that... He sent me a message asking when he could see me again, he wanted to hang out. I said I didn't know - could be harmless enough. We had hung out as friends before. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. Then he says and I quote "We could make some bad decisions if u like..."

What, uk...what a cheesey line!!!! Do women fall for this crap??! I gotta know! At this point I'm thinking I could get some serious revenge on the loss of my jewlery so I decide to leave out the parts where I'm in a relationship and play along with these PATHETIC attempts to get me in the sack... see where it leads to then LAUGH in his face when the right time comes.

So I harmlessly play coy and go along with his "witty" banterings until he says "Will u help me take my clothes off?"

BAH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAT?!!???! Who says that??? That was too much for me. I couldn't consciously go any further without feeling guilty about it so I basically laughed in his face and admitted that I was going to be a bitch but that comment was just too much, admitted to having a boyfriend and laughed again. HAHAHA.

Wish I could've stuck with it a little longer and maybe gotten my jewelry. But that was just too much. On a sad note, it is extremely disappointing to me that he has such a gigantic LACK of respect for me that he actually thought he could do that and I would just jump right into the same mistake again. Um, hello. You were DAMNED lucky the first time that I didn't see right through you but you are one stupid, dumb, crazy, self centered asss-hooooole if you think I would do it again!

Seriously, what was he THINKING???

Comments

Anonymous said…
WOW....should have still asked him for your jewelry back!!

- mom
Goldie said…
He moved. I'm sure he tossed it but I DID comment several times about it... jerk.

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