With the buddhist via msn at his instigation. He apologised profusely for huting/confusing me. He didnt however, offer to make it up to me with, I dont know, a complete re run and a boarding pass to Tasmania. He again said he didnt want to see me on a permanent basis. Well thats ok buddy cos while your happy telling me you dont think enough of me for that, we had a re emergence of Jack1.
Oh they come out of the woodwork all at once dont they? Any chance it was a full moon at all?
Jack1 says I hurt his feelings by not calling. And Ive already raved on about how he didnt call me. I firmly blame my Nana for this one. If she hadnt of burnt her bra way back when the rules wouldnt have changed so much and Jack1 would have known it was always his job to call. No matter what, the man calls. Its what the man does. Its the man thing to do. Be a man and call damnit. But no, this whole bra burning thing gets in the way and he's sitting back there thinking, she will call. But I never burnt my bra. Tasmania yes, but not my bra. Im still sitting back waiting for him to call. NOT waiting for him to call I mean. NOt the point. The point is, its not my job to call. Its his. Now, I may be more of a man than most men I know, especially so these days, but its still his job to call. Its what a nice polite gentlemanly MAN does.
So now I have a bit of a dilemma. He still didnt call. I could call, which would be the nice thing to do after I apparently hurt his feelings by not calling. But then that would be crossing the line. Dating. Why would you? I could go from the girl who didnt call, to the pyscho bitch who wont leave me alone with just one call. Its hard to know which line counts and which line doesnt. And according to the buddhist Im a bit too full on. ME. A BIT TOO FULL ON. I dont love him. I loathe him. He's not at all Fabulous, and I only love Fabulous. But Im not talking about Mr Buddhist or Mr Fabulous here, I have to make a call regarding Mr Jack1.
Im not going to call. If he isnt man enough to call, thats his problem. He missed out. Sucks to be him.
Onto other things that dont include my non existant love life.....
And there we have it. The whole crux of the matter. I now have nothing to say. Not even about Jayne, why am I even friends with her?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Poor Jayne, now she feels so unloved. And that's the crux of her matter ... it just hasn't been touched in a while.
ReplyDeleteId rather feel unloved than decidedly unpretty and inadequate.
ReplyDeleteIm not touching your crux, thats your problem.