Last night I went out with Mike for some drinks. Well first off, let me say he looked much better in the dark club with me being hammered, then he did in the light with me being sober. Okay he still looked good, much better than most guys for sure. Yeah, he's pretty hot stuff. Our conversation flowed easily. Nice guy to talk to. After the bar, we went back into his sexy truck and smoked a one paper. Okay, at this point, I was drunk and to get high. I was sure to get smashed. We said our good-byes, and I drove home...drunk. Thank God the pub was only a 3 minute drive from my place or else, someone would have definiatly gotten hurt. I have never driven so fucked in my life. I stubbbled into my bedroom and continued to work on my essay. Fuck, this essay seems to be like never ending!
So I check my e-mail this morning and my ex responded to my one word e-mail (Hana had dared me to e-mail him : "I'm sorry...but no matter how hard you try, you will never be a real man")
He sends me this "wow" e-mail which honestly I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or feel sorry that I ever knew him, anyhow, of course one can judge for themself, so here is the e-mail:
Lina, You have a great way of burning bridges. i was hoping that we could leave things on agreeable terms, but no. you like to stir hornet's nests. so, now that our gloves are off, here's my response to your steeping piles of bullshit. so i'm not a 'real' man. this is some accusation coming from a person who's never even had a decent father figure, or otherwise been 'involved' with some measure of a man who actually has something going for him. from keith to mazdak, darling, your track record is proof that you dont even know the beginning of what a 'real' man is all about. (Target hit: Father, a
nother fucked up ex, and Mazdak --- what does Mazdak have anything to do with this again?) And before a 'real' man ever decides to stick with you, you have to show that you're worth his time by being a 'real' woman. not some snooty, horrendously immature, self-absorbed, drugged-up, annoying little shit. (Hmm, horrendously immature eh, and who wrote this e-mail to whom again?) for example: who the fuck lies about fainting and going to the hospital? (I did, lol) it's one thing for me to not tell you about my private life (i'm talking about mahssa), but to be just, it's not as if you were telling me everything that was going on in your life, so dont even try to hold that over my head. About the birthday card: I said I laminated it, which was my way of saying I would do it at some point... big fucking deal. (okay since when does saying something you did mean its something you are going to do?) grow the fuck up. anyway. i really hope that you'll wise up and realize that life is a very long 'game'. (He can play alone, because no one with a straight mindframe would spend any more time with this guy once they get to know him) life rewards the steady determination of focus. not the randomness of the hokey-pokey fool. (oH, and he gives me advice too, love this!) in the end, you dont want the only memory of your 20,000 days left on planet earth split between getting high/drunk, getting fucked, writing bullshit essays about nothing and sleeping (which pretty much sums up your life so far) (Mostly yeah and I love it!) . get a grip. work hard. earn your respect. in other words, get a life.
Good Luck, Insignificant other
