FML!
How could I forget to share this ridiculous moment?!
While out on a date I receive a text, with no “hello” “how are you” “what have you been up to” to cushion the blow from seeing the senders name. Instead I am greeted with, “you left some clothes at my house”. My first thought: like hell I did! I am a fashionista, I know what clothes I own, and if I was missing something, believe me, I would notice.
Me: “Are you sure they are mine?”
Him: “I don’t know anyone else who wears an extra small.”
We broke up seven months ago.
I haven’t spoken to him in months.
Why would he be contacting me now after all this time?
Complete girl thinking: this is a ploy for him to see me.
I make plans to visit the reject, and give him the benefit of the doubt. Right before I leave my house I slip down the stairs, hyperextend my arm, injure my shoulder, and for days later can feel the deep bruising the length of my left thigh. Was that a sign?! I cursed, but picked myself up, and away I went.
I arrive, and he hands me a garment bag I’ve never seen before - instantly I know the clothing is not mine. But I inspect the labels, and see that they are pricey. He insists the clothing is mine, I am positive they aren’t, but I offer to take them off his hands. When I inquire why he is in such a hurry to dispose of them, and if the girl who these really belong to will be angry when she finds out he gave them away, he remarks, “My girlfriend is not going to be impressed if she sees clothing that doesn’t belong to her.” Ugh.
I ask him a question, he blithers on… and after I have heard enough and have reached the ultimate point of annoyance I state, “You know something, I don’t want these clothes because each time I wear them I will be reminded of where I got them from.”
From his lips: “Really?!!”
Me: “Yes.”
I make my exit, and rush out to my car.
Never ever !EVER! do I want to see this person again.
But, FML!
My car is stuck in the snow, and within a minute I am knocking on his door asking for help.
Only this could happen to me.
He gave me the final push.
I didn’t say thank you, nor did I say goodbye. I just went.
While out on a date I receive a text, with no “hello” “how are you” “what have you been up to” to cushion the blow from seeing the senders name. Instead I am greeted with, “you left some clothes at my house”. My first thought: like hell I did! I am a fashionista, I know what clothes I own, and if I was missing something, believe me, I would notice.
Me: “Are you sure they are mine?”
Him: “I don’t know anyone else who wears an extra small.”
We broke up seven months ago.
I haven’t spoken to him in months.
Why would he be contacting me now after all this time?
Complete girl thinking: this is a ploy for him to see me.
I make plans to visit the reject, and give him the benefit of the doubt. Right before I leave my house I slip down the stairs, hyperextend my arm, injure my shoulder, and for days later can feel the deep bruising the length of my left thigh. Was that a sign?! I cursed, but picked myself up, and away I went.
I arrive, and he hands me a garment bag I’ve never seen before - instantly I know the clothing is not mine. But I inspect the labels, and see that they are pricey. He insists the clothing is mine, I am positive they aren’t, but I offer to take them off his hands. When I inquire why he is in such a hurry to dispose of them, and if the girl who these really belong to will be angry when she finds out he gave them away, he remarks, “My girlfriend is not going to be impressed if she sees clothing that doesn’t belong to her.” Ugh.
I ask him a question, he blithers on… and after I have heard enough and have reached the ultimate point of annoyance I state, “You know something, I don’t want these clothes because each time I wear them I will be reminded of where I got them from.”
From his lips: “Really?!!”
Me: “Yes.”
I make my exit, and rush out to my car.
Never ever !EVER! do I want to see this person again.
But, FML!
My car is stuck in the snow, and within a minute I am knocking on his door asking for help.
Only this could happen to me.
He gave me the final push.
I didn’t say thank you, nor did I say goodbye. I just went.