not a snowball's chance in hell
May 18, 2008

I’ve been MIA lately…and I’m still working on catching up with everyone’s blogs. Damn, ya’ll write a lot!

A funny thing happened to me this morning.

I got up, had my usual glass of water and started making breakfast. I logged on to check my e-mail and, lo and behold, I had a message from this guy who I had met on one of those horrid online dating sites over a year ago.

Now, the last I had heard from this guy was sometime back in July. I had replied to his message, and had never heard anything from him since.

The e-mail from him this morning basically said: Sorry I’ve taken sooo long to get back with you. Hopefully, you haven’t met the man of your dreams yet. Call me sometime.

WTF is he thinking?

Yes, actually I HAVE met the man of my dreams, thank you. And, besides, the man of my dreams tends to respond to me a lot more quickly than a whole year after I show some interest in him. Am I wrong to be irked by this? I find it all to be a bit disrespectful. I mean, dude, it’s been a whole YEAR…not, like, a few months.

Not that it matters, me having a boyfriend and all.

Weird.

I’m not even sure his e-mail is worthy of a response. Perhaps I should thank him for not waiting until I was dead to get back with me, yes?

The Boyfriend and I are doing great. Everything is almost too perfect. I’m enjoying it, but am almost expecting something to go up in flames. Paranoid much?

I still think about D. But I’m not pining for him or anything. Just a little sad. Haven’t heard from him, and I’m kind of hoping that I don’t. In this case, absence is definitely not making the heart grow fonder…

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25 year-old blue collar chick living in the ass-backwards state of wild, wonderful West Virginia. I’ve worked lots of jobs, everything from retail whore to security guard to warehouse peon.

I’m a publishing poet, a coffee addict and a Dungeons & Dragons geek. If I was a lesbian, I would totally get it on with Kelly Clarkson. I've ridden bulls. Real ones. And a few cowboys. Yeehaw! I even dig country music.

Currently in love and happily coupled after years of dumbasses and douchebags.

And oh yeah-- I say "fuck" a lot. I'm like one of the guys. Only sensitive...and with boobies.

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