I like you, Betty.


The official end to my foray into internet dating.
September 17, 2008, 4:31 pm
Filed under: Dating, bullshit | Tags: , , ,

I’m through. Done and done. Here’s the latest:

I haven’t had the stomach to send a reply yet. I’m trying to craft something worthwhile, something that will live up to this gentleman’s obviously high standards. It should be clever, but brief. I’m thinking either: “No, no I do not” or “Yes, actually I do. Just not with you, you illiterate cretin.”

What do you think?



Squidgy.*

Weird things have been happening as of late in the realm of people I used to know.

We all know the Facebook story, how people I forgot existed keep showing up.

Two days ago, a former co-worker and friend who had a massive crush on me makes me his Facebook friend and then sends me a “how’s life?” email. I haven’t spoken to him since I was last home (whole different state, 1200 miles away) the Christmas before last because I was sick of him acting like a child. Big long story, but whatever, here he is again.

Yesterday I got an email out of the blue from a girl I met at a summer job in 1998. She was dating the guy I was in love with, so I figured if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. We were the best of friends for about a year and a half, even after they broke up, until some weird things happened. We were still friendly, but not as close. I haven’t spoken to her in probably five years. Yet here’s an email – “My husband and I were just in your hometown and I was looking for you! How are you?!”

Then there’s this girl who was my senior year college roommate. She was a horrible bitch and I don’t much like her, but she keeps adding me as a friend on things and I can’t help but feel it would be too petty to deny her. Still, we haven’t talked since our friend’s wedding in 2002 (divorced now, btw). Well, she got married herself a couple weeks back and doesn’t she want the world to know it. She changed her status to married on Facebook as soon as the ceremony was over.

Well, I am going back to my parent’s house next week and I changed my Facebook status to say something of the like, warning people that I’m returning. Then I get a message from her that says “When are you coming back?! Maybe my husband and I could make it more fun!”

WTF? Now that you’re married you can talk to me again? Need to rub it in a little more? Is this “let’s all remind Stella that she’s still fucking single” week? Where are all you people coming from?

This is really throwing me off, kind of creeping me out. Ok, if one of them contacted me, it’d be weird, but not off the charts. This is getting a little out of hand. I’m almost afraid to check my email to see who is going to be next…

* This is a word that I made up (maybe?) to describe the texture of mushrooms. I have texture problems when it comes to food. But I’ve decided it can now apply to other things as well. Things that just don’t settle well, seem just slightly off. Like this entire week.