From Good guy to Asshole in a matter of moments

Well, if I had any thoughts of Good guy NOT being an asshole, I certainly don't anymore.

Yes, it was harsh. I suppose that's ALWAYS pretty harsh, telling somebody you don't think you should talk to them anymore. I told him that having some relationship with some chick who KNEW he didn't care about her and then still having the gall to tell me he loved me was unacceptable.

And then I was dumb enough to wait, because I wasn't sure if I should just block him right there, or wait for a response.

"Peace out. Have fun with your vodka and sex."

O.o

Wow. Asshole. Just... wow. I mean, I knew the guy had a temper. And he had a right to be unhappy. But that was a pretty nasty thing to say.

See, I'm a wuss. I am ALWAYS nice to the people I break it off with and the ones that break it off with me. Not much of a bridge burner. So I tell them that it was fun while I knew them and I hope they find what they're looking for.

But THIS TIME I defended myself! I was pretty proud of myself.

"Peace out. Have fun with your vodka and sex."

"And you, with your loveless relationship."

Woot me for finally having the balls to be a bitch. At least I defended myself. The only thing my not-so-good-with-the-whole-dealing-with-my-emotions-thing mother could say was, "YOU TOLD HIM YOU HAD SEX!?"

See, he didn't make me cry, but that sort of jerked a tear or two. And possible a temper tantrum. I angrily swatted a mostly-empty lettuce bag off the counter. (badass. I know.) The wall behind me was covered in lettuce leaves. I then promptly cleaned it all up.

Geez. Aren't moms supposed to KILL men that talk to their daughters that way?

Oh HELL no

Good guy is engaged again. A week after professing his undying love for me and telling me he was willing to wait for me to sort myself out. I find myself feeling a bit burned because I believed him when he said he would wait.

Instead I find he has returned to his ex-fiance. Whom was crazy and hated his parents, according to him. Also, according to him it was a bad relationship. Just... wow.

He actually told me that it was better for him to wait for me than to be in a bad relationship. Apparently not.

My friend says I must have broken his heart.

It was unintentional. I really actually kind of hoped he would wait for me. Maybe I'd get over Goth guy, and then I could fall for Good guy for reals.

My friend also says that if you chase two rabbits, you lose both.

Well, it's like the men in my life coordinate their attacks for maximum damage to my already delicate emotional state. I mean, SERIOUSLY! They must be like women. Their periods must synch like ours. Only, they synch with the periods of men that are also involved with their object of affection.

Clever, men. Very clever.

69 posts!! *confetti*

I'm really rather disappointed I didn't tell a 69 story for my 69th post. So I'll do so with my 70th.

I totally karate kicked goth guy in the head the last time, on the dismount. Through the tear-blurred misery of it hopefully being over at last again, I'm sort of proud of myself.

Heel to temple. It was not a gentle touch. He called it a kung fu ninja kick.

(P.S. to those who don't know what 69 means: think dual oral sex. my head's in his lap, and my lap's in his face. Great fun if you can handle keeping at it rather than doing the usual gasping. And not kicking his face on the dismount.)

Lap pillows and man pillows and text messages, OH MY!

Yesterday my friend sent me this link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4092345.stm

Wow. Just... wow. I mean, if I was a guy, I think I wouldn't really want a kneeling lap for the pillow part...... just sayin.... Wouldn't they prefer a torso? They ARE men, after all.

And of course everyone has heard of the boyfriend pillow.

I think that one actually COULD stand to have a lap. Seriously, you're so lonely you need a man shaped pillow? Use your imagination, for pete's sake! What is this world COMING to?

It used to be we could comfort ourselves with a good steamy novel! And men just needed their hands! Are we really that pathetically dependent that we suddenly need people shaped pillows to fill the physical void in our lives?

Then again, maybe that's better than the alternative "fool around buddy". Or prostitute. Or escort. Those eventually cost more. But then again maybe that depends on how pricey and private it is, and how often you need it. Ergh. Why do we even NEED "it" so much?

Couldn't we just go back to hugs?

In other news it appears goth guy is coming around. I got a goodnight text tonight. This may have a lot to do with the fact that I was a TOTAL knock-out yesterday. My skirt was shorter than usual, I wore my go-gos with the five inch heels and my top hat. Oh, and a corset over my classy blouse. Yeah. I looked good.

The look on his face when he walked in and saw me was priceless. He usually doesn't (appear to) look at me when we're in a tiff. This time he did a double take.

Bwahaha. I felt powerful.

Goodnight!