All I’m saying is… It seems like the world got the memo about my relationship blues.
I get a random text message from Mr. Jekyl (damn, I STILL have not shared the sordid details about that love affair turned Nightmare on Elm St.). Simply saying “Hi”.
Don’t read any more into it. That IS his modus operandi – get you with a minimalistic approach then go in for the kills texting you to death asking why you can’t be friends.
Then, I get an even more random “Hi there friend, long time no talk. How have you been? I miss my friend, hope we can meet up soon”. This was actually from the last guy I’d gone on a date with before I put the plug in the bathtub of my dating life.
I can’t remember what his pseudonym was at this moment, but I DO remember he was a really nice guy, smelled great, was very articulate and had positively, absolutely, without a doubt – no neck. Or legs.
Okay, I’m totally bullsh#tting about the legs but he was short. Very short.
I felt bad that I hadn’t really contacted him since our breakfast date aside from a few pity calls and texts to keep up. I replied to him that I was doing well (lie) and said sure, we could meet up some time.
Last but not least, to round out my 4 days of men-suck-and-I’m-trying-not-to-be-jaded I get this lovely message in my mailbox just seconds ago:
“eHarmony – You could Find Singles Like You”
Really? Can I REALLY find singles like me? Hell, am I truly even single? If I am single am I really interested in the extended torture chamber known as the eharmony personality/matching profile?
Ummmmm… I think not!
By the way, isn’t that baby THE creepiest looking thing you’ve ever seen? 🙂
Thought I’d found it but nope… Still waiting on the cure for the hangovers…
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