On Tuesday I received an e-mail from an ex-boyfriend, asking for money for a concert ticket from back in September -- to be exact, the weekend before we broke up. Now in discussing this incident, we'll disregard the fact that this guy took me out on a total of 2 dates in 1.5 years. We used to split the meals, I paid for one, he'd get the next, which is perfectly agreeable to me in most cases, except every once in a while you've got to treat a girl.
We'll also disregard that last year he dropped a couple thou on new wheels and tires for his second car, or that he called me last weekend to ask what brand of $200 jeans he'd contemplated buying two months prior.
Perhaps I should refrain from noting that, at said concert, he completely (and noteably, as others commented on this at length) ignored me in favor of speaking with some client of his about whom he'd talked incessently over dinner early in the week: "T, this girl is just so awesome. Really, she's the kind of girl you see and you think, wow, that girl must be a model. But she also speaks fluent Korean, and is a black-belt in Tae-Kwan-Do." Fan-effing-tastic, isn't she? I'd do her.
And yeah...we'll also not mention the fact that he broke up with me the very weekend that I drove out to Dallas to help him install $3000 hardwood flooring in his brand new condo.
But it probably IS worth noting that he saw me and the new guy I'm dating canoodling in a local, late-night taco establishment last weekend. Coincidence? Perhaps...but at least I'm on to bigger and better things.
Congratulations, Ben, you are officially a "Dallas guy."
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And yes, I'm aware that putting up with the above-mentioned and other of his idiotic "romancing" not once (for 1.5 years when I first moved here), but twice (for another month this summer), makes me an absolute moron. Consider that lesson painfully learned.
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Sadly, it's usually because we don't realize we deserve better. After time and a number of bad experiences, we thankfully grow a backbone and learn that we don't have to put up with this sort of thing. And rest assured I really didn't tell you the half of it...
Lucky is the guy who's the one to finally show a girl how she should be treated. I'm getting absolutely spoiled by mine, and I assure you he's no worse for the wear!
If it makes you feel better, I still think you are an idiot.
Thanks, Tom. I strive for consistency in life, so that's very good news.
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