I win! I win! I win!
Ha HA! Man, this feels good.
You wouldn't believe who contacted me again... the old-thorn-in-my-side Cute Physics Boy. He wanted to meet up and apologize, but he's tried that shit before and I wasn't into his wishy washy ways. However, we were at the same place at the same time and the first thing he told me was "I'm so sorry. You were right. You were right about everything. I should have listened to you. I'm so so sorry."
Gratification, though not instant here, is supremely satisfying.
And then! the con artist emailed me asking if I was still alive. I told him yes, and asked if he was still in Vancouver. He said yes, and asked why we fell out of contact.
My reply: "Well, we broke communication because I asked my friend's band if you worked at Roadrunner records, and there's no record of either of the names I've found for you on the internet. Then I managed to track down this girl you used to live with named Chelsea. She was your ex's roommate before you and your girlfriend moved in with her mom. She then pointed me towards a girl named something strange, like Cheilan, but I don't remember. Our conversations were enlightening. Of course, this was not the girl you told me you had dated before me, and all sorts of fun little lies became apparent, so I decided I was done with you. Shucks. These things happen."
He then became petty: "Well, I know Chelsea and what to believe / not to believe, but I am not getting into this, otherwise its gonna be another teenage shittalking contest. I am heading back to Germany in 2 weeks for a while to see my family - I guess emailing you when I get back would not be appropiate then. Anyways, glad to hear you're ok."
But what the uninitiated may not understand is that the mere fact that he admitted to knowing Chelsea confirmed that he had been lying about almost everything. I was right!
Now I'm going to bed with my boyfriend who loves me.
I win!
You wouldn't believe who contacted me again... the old-thorn-in-my-side Cute Physics Boy. He wanted to meet up and apologize, but he's tried that shit before and I wasn't into his wishy washy ways. However, we were at the same place at the same time and the first thing he told me was "I'm so sorry. You were right. You were right about everything. I should have listened to you. I'm so so sorry."
Gratification, though not instant here, is supremely satisfying.
And then! the con artist emailed me asking if I was still alive. I told him yes, and asked if he was still in Vancouver. He said yes, and asked why we fell out of contact.
My reply: "Well, we broke communication because I asked my friend's band if you worked at Roadrunner records, and there's no record of either of the names I've found for you on the internet. Then I managed to track down this girl you used to live with named Chelsea. She was your ex's roommate before you and your girlfriend moved in with her mom. She then pointed me towards a girl named something strange, like Cheilan, but I don't remember. Our conversations were enlightening. Of course, this was not the girl you told me you had dated before me, and all sorts of fun little lies became apparent, so I decided I was done with you. Shucks. These things happen."
He then became petty: "Well, I know Chelsea and what to believe / not to believe, but I am not getting into this, otherwise its gonna be another teenage shittalking contest. I am heading back to Germany in 2 weeks for a while to see my family - I guess emailing you when I get back would not be appropiate then. Anyways, glad to hear you're ok."
But what the uninitiated may not understand is that the mere fact that he admitted to knowing Chelsea confirmed that he had been lying about almost everything. I was right!
Now I'm going to bed with my boyfriend who loves me.
I win!