I pop on the computer tonight and figured I will check MySpace like so many other pathetic and lost souls out there. I see the notification that I have a new message. Oh joy….someone loves me. I see one of three ex-girlfriends I have as friends sent me a message. I click the message and skim it fast. It looks like some of crazy spam in broken Engrish. Then I read it again. It makes a little more sense but it’s still confusing as hell. It seems that my ex, whom I have communicated with maybe 6 times in the past year, has a jealous/pissed other half. This message came from that other half….
Why the fuck are you and my ex- fiancee chatting secretively online? And why the fuck do you have a picture of her in your albums with the caption “…one of my biggest crushes in H.S.? H.S. was over a long time ago– grow the fuck up and get over it. You don’t know me. I don’t play geeky whiteboy games. If you have something to say to me and if you have any balls, ask your new love Erin and she will give you contact info so we could meet face to face. BITCH!
Yup…..my one picture of this girl does have that caption so I know he can read. I have pictures of a few former girlfriends so it really is no huge scandal but at this point I’m fucking fuming. I reply….
Merry Christmas to you too.
No wonder I am loved so damn much. Last week or so I posted two funny videos on MySpace and she commented in a message back about how funny they were. Is this the shit that sends this man off into a tirade? He then sends me yet another touching message that reads….
Fuck you, you video game playing, star trek watching geek faggot.
Now my first issues with this is that my profile clearly says…”Calling me a geek is actually a compliment”. So is he trying to apologize now? Hmmmmm. My second issue is that fact that is I was a faggot I wouldn’t be taking the time to write all these sweet messages to his girl all secretively…wait….let me correct his spelling….secretively. So my natural response is this…
You act as if those names are going to really hurt me or the threats you made will fill me with an odd sense of fear. I really wish I had time to visit with you when you come to State College tomorrow night. You seem like a real nice chap with whom I could really get along with. Certainly seems we have the same taste in women.
Ok….maybe I should of held back a little toward the end but you only live once. It actually took a bit of time for him to respond this time around. By the looks of things it took most of that time to find the Caps Lock button. He thought this would be a good message to send me….
sO, WHERE SHOULD I AND YOU’RE WHORE MEET YOU TOMORROW?
Thats if u have any balls. Or did she suck them off?
Look….he has a little pet name for her. Kind of a bad choice if you ask me. I ponder his offer for a matter of moments and fire this message off…
We can meet at that gay bar you frequent when she is out of town. It’s just an idea….let me know.
Let me know when you think I have crossed the line because I can never tell. Something tells me that he might not deal with his sexuality being questioned nearly as well as I did. As soon as he figures out how to bold I am sure I’ll get a response.
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