It’s here — the BIG F is finally here. FUCK! and it’s also Friday; I love Fridays… and the word “fuck”. It one of those feel good words. YEAH it’s fucking Friday baby, and I have myself booked right up for the evening. Drinks at my place right after work with a girlfriend followed up with a Tinder date. Look out boy — I’m feeling aggressive.
Mr. Asshole sent another text message last night. After I specifically told him I wouldn’t deal with this by text. His message basically said “hey, so it’s all your fault for liking me too much. I’m a pussy and can’t handle emotions well. I may have told you I was falling hard for you, but you are falling too fast and it freaked me out. SO I lied about being hung up on my ex. That was an excuse. I wanted to put it on me, so I didn’t hurt you. I’m not ready for anything this serious”
WTF? Ok, he didn’t word it exactly like that — it was way worse, but that was the jist of is. The guy is a complete mind fucker. I had to scroll through my message to see if maybe I had only imagined all the things he told me over the past five weeks. Guess what? I hadn’t. It was all there in blue and white text bubbles. Message after message, he told me he thinks about me all the time, he misses me when we weren’t together, that he was falling hard for me etc — it goes on and on and on. I’m completely dumbfounded as to how “I” was the one falling too hard. Regardless, I told him to take a hike. I’m not going to lie; that wasn’t easy for me. I “did” like him. Past tense intended.
SO onward and upward I go, high ho. It’s off to swoon after another. If I fall too fast, so be it. The right man won’t care because he will be right there along side me. Drinking a beer (or wine, or whiskey, or…) smacking that! Cause baby got back.