Life gets stranger by the moment

Being on Facebook, it's easy to find old friends and reminisce. It's not, for me, a place to find ex-girlfriends.


Apparently, though, it's a place for them to find me. And I don't think that's cool.

So now I'm in a text-message relationship (as in - we're now talking) with a woman I dated for 2 years back in the early 90's. It's scary to know that this woman still has pictures of me and still considers me one of two guys she thinks were the 'greatest sex partners" in her life.

Fuck that shit.

This is a woman who cheated on me with my best friend. This is a woman who was emotionally cuckoo. This was a woman who's still fucking nuts in the head.

And I'm still talking to her? Holy Jesus. Let me take it all back.

I'm the one that's nucking futs.

So she's seperated from her husband. Two kids. And here she is texting me how she wants to give me a blow job. Even if it's to blow off steam on her part, it's not really something I'm into. I don't like talking dirty in real life, let alone via text message. Sidebar: And I really hate textspeak, too. D's for 'the' and N's for 'and' and all that shit. Jesus Christ, spell it out, please! Anyway, I really don't care that your marriage didn't work out. I really don't care that you may scare the guy you're sleeping with away when you tell him that you left your husband and I certainly don't care that you think I'm all that.

Why don't you focus on the original problem: you're a whore with a no attention span. If you want to fuck other guys outside your marriage, fine. But don't get me intangled into your web of deceit, your mountain of excuses and don't even think I care one iota about your situation. I don't.

Because I've been there, done that and I know it never works out in the end. And if that makes me look cold and heartless, so be it. Maybe if you were dying of some tropical disease, I might care a bit. It may even make my penis tingle. But I doubt it.