I’ve been lucky to not have the pleasure of running into any exes lately. Save for the ones with whom I am actual friends… and that have maintained a low profile in the douchbag categorization. This past Wednesday, while out with AB, I came one degree shy (of running into, not becoming a douchebag myself) by seeing LD’s (”Last Douche”) friend.
I was casually strolling through a west side restaurant’s parking lot, and I hear a guy’s voice boom out from a semi-large group remarking comment to my “cool sunglasses.” Half a breath away from saying, “Thanks!” I realize who it is. And flashed back my famous disgusting sneer. He could not see the eye roll. Ew.
This guy is a total dick face too. See, when LD and I broke up, to my complete disbelief, TDF (”Total Dick Face”) texted me to “make sure I was ok” after the break-up. (And persisted in asking more questions of my whereabouts, including if I was “home alone”). I believe TDF found my number in his fiance’s phone. Yes. His FIANCE. (We were friends-by-men-we-were-dating until one night she believed TDF & I had something “going on.” We didn’t, crazy drunk). I never gave him my number.
Anyways, why not end the week with a middle finger to slimy assholes (that thankfully, with whom we’re not going to spend waste the rest of our lives), eh? I got another one for you next week.
Have a great holiday weekend. Traveling again…
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July 6th, 2009 at 6:22 pm
What a quality man she’s marrying.