being nice gets you nowhere
i think i have a stamp on my forehead that says "lie to me." i don't know cuz everytime i look in the mirror there's nothing there. or maybe it's a sign on my back that says "please rip out my heart throw it on the ground and stomp on it." i mean just when i'm about to give up on men, i meet someone and they seem so great and different from the rest. and then they turn out to be just like the rest. i don't know why i thought Mike was different. he was different. he took his manipulative lying behavior to a whole new level. i believed him. he says things that aren't true, but because he believes they are, i believed them too. and then he tells me everything he's ever told me was a lie. people told me not to get involved with someone i work with, but i didn't listen. i can handle seeing him everyday. what i can't handle is seeing her everyday. thats right he's dating someone else we both work with. after he told me he wasn't ready for a relationship because of his last girlfriend. which i understood because i'm a patient and understanding person. he used me. i was a substitute for his ex girlfriend and some other(better)girl who would eventually come along in the future and replace me. i just didn't think it would happen so soon. he also claims he didn't know what he was doing, that he was leading me on. which i think is bullshit because he started justifying his actions before i even had a chance to confront him about it. but there was nothing justified about what he did to me. he didn't even have the balls to tell me he was with someone else. we went to dinner the night before they started dating. we were together for 3 hours. he had 3 hours of chances to tell me what was going on. but instead he lied to me for 3 more hours. i had to hear it from someone else. i even had to deliver her flowers that he sent her at work. of course i didn't know they were from him at the time but it stung a little bit when i found out. it's so funny, because the day after they started dating she made an attempt to be my friend. i thought she was just being nice, but it was because she felt guilty. she and everyone else in my office knew how i felt about him. the worst part is she isn't that great. i've talked to her before and they have nothing in common. if she was awesome and pretty i could see why he would like her more than me, but she's neither. and she has freaky looking hands like the dude from scary movie 2. want some mashed potatoes bitch! go eat them with your strong hand!
I've only met one guy who was truly different than the rest, but he is way too good for me. i miss him...