And in other news,
PETTY OFFICER STEPHEN JARED RYKER IS A PHILANDERIN', SWEET-TALKING, BACKSTABBING, SELFISH, WOMANIZING, YELLOW BASTARD who's lucky I'm not just a LITTLE MORE WHITE-TRASH or I'd be showing up on his front lawn with a shotgun!!! *SOBS*
...Okay.
This is the second damn time that sonofa broke up with me via FACEBOOK, and the second time I learned about it by him changing his status before he even told me. (Facebook just keeps on screwing me when it comes to love...) And all his friends were joking him about having a girl in every port of call, and his mom and sister were getting all excited, and I was a damn fool to think he meant he was "in a relationship" with *me*. (Oh, no, nine months of correspondance, devoted texts every day and my damn VIRGINITY, though I'm trying not to make a big deal about that, apparently didn't warrant him changing his status for *me*!!) We both knew this could happen going in, that long-distance relationships seldom work out and either of us could meet someone else, but we had a talk about it that ended in the consensus that I was going to be able to see other people (which I have) and so was he, although in his words, "I probably won't find anyone down here because I'm so busy, and there's nobody who's really my type. ...I just want you to be happy." Another reason for which I was completely blindsided! That bastard...
And admittedly, I have been playing with the Louisville BDSM Munch since December, and have even slept (to varying degrees) with Michael, who runs the thing, but *I* wasn't the one talking MARRIAGE to *him*! (Oh, yeah!! That sweet-talking rat had been all, "Oh, the Navy would pay for you to come to Charleston if you did something stupid...like marriage..." And then, out of the blue one day, it was, "Sorry, but I'd still like to hang out when I come back to visit..." NNNGGGGRRRRRRRHHHH!!!)
AND they'd only been going out "for a few days" when he gave me the shaft!! What the hell? In the words of Heath Ledger, does this chick have beer-flavored nipples or something?
AND the REAL kicker: SHE GOES TO NKU!! Northern KENTUCKY University!! IT'S STILL A LONG-DISTANCE THING.
NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I managed to be a lady about it, I think. I wanted to rant and yell and try to hurt him like I was hurting, stupid me to let myself get SO attached, but I barely managed to get out (on Facebook too, because he doesn't deserve to actually talk to me), "I don't want to be friends. Don't contact me again. Goodbye." And sent it off before I could call him anything nasty.
So I'm going to enjoy being single for awhile, and tomorrow night I'm going with the Munch to the 18+ night at Uncle Pleasant's in Louisville and do my darnedest to end up on a rack in public.
And that is that.
...Okay.
This is the second damn time that sonofa broke up with me via FACEBOOK, and the second time I learned about it by him changing his status before he even told me. (Facebook just keeps on screwing me when it comes to love...) And all his friends were joking him about having a girl in every port of call, and his mom and sister were getting all excited, and I was a damn fool to think he meant he was "in a relationship" with *me*. (Oh, no, nine months of correspondance, devoted texts every day and my damn VIRGINITY, though I'm trying not to make a big deal about that, apparently didn't warrant him changing his status for *me*!!) We both knew this could happen going in, that long-distance relationships seldom work out and either of us could meet someone else, but we had a talk about it that ended in the consensus that I was going to be able to see other people (which I have) and so was he, although in his words, "I probably won't find anyone down here because I'm so busy, and there's nobody who's really my type. ...I just want you to be happy." Another reason for which I was completely blindsided! That bastard...
And admittedly, I have been playing with the Louisville BDSM Munch since December, and have even slept (to varying degrees) with Michael, who runs the thing, but *I* wasn't the one talking MARRIAGE to *him*! (Oh, yeah!! That sweet-talking rat had been all, "Oh, the Navy would pay for you to come to Charleston if you did something stupid...like marriage..." And then, out of the blue one day, it was, "Sorry, but I'd still like to hang out when I come back to visit..." NNNGGGGRRRRRRRHHHH!!!)
AND they'd only been going out "for a few days" when he gave me the shaft!! What the hell? In the words of Heath Ledger, does this chick have beer-flavored nipples or something?
AND the REAL kicker: SHE GOES TO NKU!! Northern KENTUCKY University!! IT'S STILL A LONG-DISTANCE THING.
NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I managed to be a lady about it, I think. I wanted to rant and yell and try to hurt him like I was hurting, stupid me to let myself get SO attached, but I barely managed to get out (on Facebook too, because he doesn't deserve to actually talk to me), "I don't want to be friends. Don't contact me again. Goodbye." And sent it off before I could call him anything nasty.
So I'm going to enjoy being single for awhile, and tomorrow night I'm going with the Munch to the 18+ night at Uncle Pleasant's in Louisville and do my darnedest to end up on a rack in public.
And that is that.