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Part III: You Don't Take Rejection Well

Time: About 10 am yesterday


Place: My office, working on a sh*tload of files



Scene: I am engrossed in my work..and of course..my cell goes off







Texter: Good Morning. Not trying to bug you are upset you. Just didn't get an answer to the last one.



***pause* for a good 20 minutes...I finally respond***



Me: Not Interested. Have a Good Day



Texter: Ok. You Too







***about an hr goes by..amd because boredom has sent in..I decided to respond albeit with a very evil slant***



Me: You know, it's quite unfortunate...because I loved to *CENSORED* your *CENSORED* in my *CENSORED*...and how well you *CENSORED*...but *sigh*..OH WELL....I deserve MUCH more than that. Take care huh! *smooches*







(Insert evil, diabolical laugh)



Texter: OUCH!!!! U are sooooo wrong for that. I miss the way *censored* and how *censored* BUT...I also miss talking to you, your advice and point of view, your cooking. U will always be the good one I let get away



Me: (not moved by any of this). Really??? WOw..you must have me confused w/ that other chick cause I NEVER gave you advice on any damn thing. And I only recall you TALKING OVER me but anyway..hope you find a nice girl!



Texter: U did! I talked to you about so much..everything..and you told me what you thought about things. I valued that.



Me: *thinking...who the hell is he talking about???* Don't recall but if you say so.



Texter: I do. Next thing you know...u gonna say I never had your cooking



Me: That I remember. and that you critiqued it unfavorably.



Texter: WHAT??? As I licked your dishes clean?



Me: Don't remember that either



Texter: *smh* Seems like you have ME mixed up.



Me: Quite the contrary cause I def remember how I felt. Oh well..lesson learned



Texter: I guess so. This sux though



Me: Yep. Live and Learn. Wish you and (is it M_____??) well! Hope you all get back together



Texter: You still on that babe? I am single as a one dollar bill



Me: *thinking..and just as cheap* Yeah ok dude... But you weren't when we were dealing. Had you been honest and said "Yo..I'm dating...Don't want isht serious..I got a lil shorty" I woulda been ok. We coulda been FRIENDS. It's cool . You hipped me to the game and I appreciate that.



Texter: So not the case! I never tried to play you! Why cant we be friends now!



Me:Because I dont do BS and I def dont do friends w/ benefits. I want a relationship



Texter: There is no BS to be caught up in! I dont want a FWB either! I want a friend. One to talk to..hang out with, and cook for.



Me: Hmpf...I see



Texter: I mean..the sex was great but not the reason I want you around.



MeL Sex was not great...my isht is PHENOMINAL. *brushing shoulders off* But hey..that wasnt clear either (your reasons)



Texter: Wow! Confident are we? But damn...you are right. That is true tho. Things werent clear so why am I being punished?



Me: Yep And not punished. Im nust not falling for your traps and def not trying to be no "fall back" / "in between chick"



Texter: OMG..are you serious? How is that even possible when I been single and been with you and knowing you?



Me: Bye. Maybe it's best we either drop this or talk face to face cause I cant keep texting all damn day. Apparently since all we DO is text, lines of communication are not clear



Texter: Ok Cool



Me: Fine. Cool



Texter: I hope so



Me: Like I said. I said what I said. I'm done, dude.















*To Be Continued...I'm sure since he will text me to death...again*

Comments

  1. This is like a soap opera but so damn true. If you have comfort in any of this, be it that you are not alone and that is so sad! (But I do want to know what he says next lol) Swear I have had this "conversation" before smh!

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  2. Oh good heavens! I am curious to know if he has since called and how that conversation went. *smh* @ him talking about he missed all your advice. What are we going to do with him? lol

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  3. He has not called. Just..keeps on texting. Nothing significant at all.

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  4. Texter: WHAT??? As I licked your dishes clean?


    when i read this, i thought about a dog...(no pun intended)...ha!

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