He loves me, he loves me not (July 13, 06
Why is it that the men that we love, are not the men that love us?
I have had my fair-share of stalkers and mousy cling-ons over the years, and I wonder why I cant get a good one to cling on.
So I met a guy several months ago. Some of you know this, some of you don't. But I let him in. I knew he was going through a divorce et al., but I didn't really care. I didn't blog about him (partly because he was my friend on myspace and partly because I didn't think it was anyone's effin business... err, not really. I just didn't want to jinx it).
Bliss, loving, fun, healthy. I fell.
Three days later he sent an email breaking up with me.
Little boys, this is NOT an okay form of communication. I am REALLY struggling with technology right now. I love my computer and my cell phone, and blah blah blah. But an electronic dear john letter is NOT acceptable. NOT. Tacky my friends, tacky.
Do not hide behind technology little boys. Do not.
So I let it go. Even though I liked him, I wasn't going to stalk him, that would just be nutty. But weird things happened a couple weeks ago and I decided to find myself a little closure. I wasn't rude. I wasn't angry. & I wasn't begging for him to take me back. But I was honest. And I got no reply. Fine. Whatever. But yesterday he deleted me from his myspace list. Ouch. We were friends, or so I thought.
What the fuck does a list of people who are your friends actually mean? Nothing. I have lots and lots of friends in the real world. But whats the significance of being deleted from someone's list? I've been dumped once or twice before, but never deleted. Erased.
So I get home last night... I was a little tired, crabby, craving a smoke, and I decided to listen my phone messages.
First off, there is not one from _____. Odd. So apparently my stalker has disappeared. I have not had any contact with him in over two weeks. I wonder if he found someone else to obsess about.
But I did receive this message:
Hi, Annette, this is Dr. _______, and I think that we are so close to end that I think you and I should meet again for my final analysis. Blah blah blah. Call me.
Ahhh... Just a reminder, this is the crazy shrink who told me last week that I was crazy. Now, apparently he wants me back. Fascinating.
I will never understand men. Unless they're gay. They are my favorite.
I have had my fair-share of stalkers and mousy cling-ons over the years, and I wonder why I cant get a good one to cling on.
So I met a guy several months ago. Some of you know this, some of you don't. But I let him in. I knew he was going through a divorce et al., but I didn't really care. I didn't blog about him (partly because he was my friend on myspace and partly because I didn't think it was anyone's effin business... err, not really. I just didn't want to jinx it).
Bliss, loving, fun, healthy. I fell.
Three days later he sent an email breaking up with me.
Little boys, this is NOT an okay form of communication. I am REALLY struggling with technology right now. I love my computer and my cell phone, and blah blah blah. But an electronic dear john letter is NOT acceptable. NOT. Tacky my friends, tacky.
Do not hide behind technology little boys. Do not.
So I let it go. Even though I liked him, I wasn't going to stalk him, that would just be nutty. But weird things happened a couple weeks ago and I decided to find myself a little closure. I wasn't rude. I wasn't angry. & I wasn't begging for him to take me back. But I was honest. And I got no reply. Fine. Whatever. But yesterday he deleted me from his myspace list. Ouch. We were friends, or so I thought.
What the fuck does a list of people who are your friends actually mean? Nothing. I have lots and lots of friends in the real world. But whats the significance of being deleted from someone's list? I've been dumped once or twice before, but never deleted. Erased.
So I get home last night... I was a little tired, crabby, craving a smoke, and I decided to listen my phone messages.
First off, there is not one from _____. Odd. So apparently my stalker has disappeared. I have not had any contact with him in over two weeks. I wonder if he found someone else to obsess about.
But I did receive this message:
Hi, Annette, this is Dr. _______, and I think that we are so close to end that I think you and I should meet again for my final analysis. Blah blah blah. Call me.
Ahhh... Just a reminder, this is the crazy shrink who told me last week that I was crazy. Now, apparently he wants me back. Fascinating.
I will never understand men. Unless they're gay. They are my favorite.
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