who I am way too good for, by the way, texted me today to say he's found someone, or atleast fucked somone. Sweet of him, wasn't it? The consideration just never ceases to amaze me. We've been broken up about a month, month and a half. He was calling me just last week saying how much he loves me and wants me to come see him and blah blah blah. Men suck.
I know how you feel. I have alot of mixed feeling of my ex to. I don't know how to tell him how i feel. So hope it works out for you and you find your someone.
thanks It sucks, doesn't it? Right now, every guy I see I can't help but hate. I hope you find your someone too, I'm really doubting that kind of thing exists...... oh, as for telling him how you feel, just do it. I finally did tonight with my ex, I figured what the hell do I have to loose?
Okay, this is how it goes. You get an orangutan. I'm not talking a little monkey or some dancing chimp bullshit, I mean a fucking orangutan. Don't ask me how you're gonna get a god damned orangutan, because that's not my problem. So the orangutan's name is Clyde. This is non-negotiable; all orangutans are named Clyde. I don't know why that is, it's just the way they want it to be. So you and Clyde become man (and ape) about town. You're seen everywhere together, you make the scene. You and friends go out in big groups. You talk loud, you laugh louder. Every time you say something witty, you high-five the orangutan. The town begins to buzz. It gets back to your ex. "Did you know that girl with the orangutan?", "You used to date the girl with the orangutan?", "Why the fuck in your sick mind would you break up with a chick that chills with an ape?" Next thing you know, he's calling. "I'm hoping we can still be friends. Wanna hang out sometime?" "Geez, I dunno; Clyde just invided me to go to a monster truck race tonight (orangutans love monster trucks.) In fact, the whole social calendar seems kinda full. Lemme tell you what, I'll make a little note (what was your name again?) and maybe Clyde can help me squeeze you in. Oh, well, you know my number so don't be a stra-- Hey, sorry look I've gotta go, Clydes fucking with my blender trying to make Mojitoes." At this point the upper hand is yours. You can let him twist in the wind. You can draw him back into your life at any pace you desire. Whatever, it's your life. But if you're a smart young girl, you slowly phase him back in. You're IM-ing. You're talking on the telephone. You get invited to family functions. You even bring Clyde, and he wrecks shit. But he becomes part of the family. You're the fuckin Brady Bunch man. :cheers2:
