Such a douche he cries vinegar tears
“Few novels or plays could exist without at least one troublemaker in the group, and perhaps life couldn’t either.
~ Mignon McLaughlin
OK, so Chris. Heh.
I was out with friends last night and I broke down and texted him. Hadnt spoken to him in quite a while, pretty much maintained total radio silence for the last few weeks. I wanted to give him time to figure out that he missed me, then sneak in and blow some shit up, you know?
Yeah, because Im all smooth like that. Insert eyeroll here.
So I shot off a message and put the phone down. To be honest, I was really surprised when he replied. I was ready to never hear from him again, chalk it up as a loss and what cliché can I use here blow it into the wind, maybe.
To make a long story a little shorter, I ended up meeting up with him for a couple drinks. He took me bitching him out like a man by which I mean it probably went in one ear and out the other, though at least he had the decency to admit he messed up. I totally stole from a note IT left me when I told him I figured he was weighed down by something really heavy like the rocks in his head. He chuckled and that lightened the mood. I got into it about the Twins game we were supposed to go to; he countered that the next ball game was on his dime. He leaned back and looked me up and down then mentioned he could see Ive lost weight, that I look good and then he flashed that grin. I tried to stay pissed off, but obviously I cant hold anger toward him any more than I can say no to his sexual advances.
What? Although not necessarily that bright, Chris is obscenely sexy and Im merely human. Today I am very, very tired and Id be sore if I hadnt been working out so much lately. And yes, he was a monster douche to me and I am very aware of that; I know to be wary when it comes to broken promises and second/third/fourth chances.
Im not asking the world of him, I am simply asking him to step up and be a man. If he cant do that, Im walking away to maintain my dignity. Whatever self respect I have left is too precious to be toyed with and I dont want to put myself in that sort of situation again because theres only so much bullshit I can take. The older I get the less I can tolerate not being treated well. Cliché, cliché, cliché but also true, true, true. Blah, blah, blah.
I sound defensive and I probably am. Then again, I have bite marks on my right shoulder blade, his handprint bruised onto my buttcheek, am existing on about two hours of less-than-stellar sleep and have a boy-did-I-get-laid-or-what grin on my face.
That ManChild is my favorite trouble maker.
Man oh man… do I ever get this!
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He’s not a vampire is he? Have you ever seen him in the daylight? Does he reflect in a mirror?
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as soon as you said “he took it like a man,” I thought to myself, “oh yeah, so in one ear and out the other.” We have been writing together for too long! 🙂
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woo – as long as you’re happy, why not!?
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Sounds like a prime-time let’s-just-enjoy-the-freaky-wonderful-sex-and-forget-about-the-rest moment. Bite marks and a bruise? Hell yeah! Don’t h8 the playa, h8 the game.
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I love to tally up sex injuries. Gotta love some fingerprints every once in a while.
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WHAT? WHAT???? I wish you were here so you could hear the squealing.
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I’m just glad he’s got a real name. Much easier to keep the spreadsheet up to date. 🙂
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Love it 😉 Have fun!
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I so get it. I wish I could elaborate. I will…one day.
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At least you got something good out of it.
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omg those last three lines were… well HOT
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i love you!
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