Dear C,
Seriously dude, do you not have the balls to just tell me you don’t want to see me any more? I know the relationship was casual, but c’mon, would a little courtesy have put you out that much, say maybe picking up the phone and letting a gal know the whole thing is over instead of just leaving me wondering what happened to you.
I could understand the duck and dodge response if we had only gone on a handful of dates, but after two months of seeing each other almost every day, I expect a little more.
Even though I do not understand how it’s possible for you to blubber on Wednesday “you don’t understand how much I really really like you” and on Thursday decide that you never want to talk to me again, I don’t care why. I knew the whole thing was doomed from the beginning; I just would have appreciated the courtesy of a phone call to let me know you were done with it.
Grow some balls,
A
I could have written that myself! I guess immature men prefer “the fade”!
Print that out with his pic and hang it on every lamppost in his neighborhood LOL – well-said!
I found you on BlogExplosion.
Take care,
Frances
Great Rant…but how about this…he dumps you via email and wishes you luck in your search…