I was about to go to sleep when I decided to have one more glance at Facebook. Without that glance I would not be here typing my blog post ferociously!
Apologies for the lack of blogging recently, but let me get you up to speed:
1) Went on a date with friend's housemate. Pleasant.
2) Went on a second date with friend's housemate. Pleasant again. Although we did look like two incredibly horny teenagers. Correction: two incredibly drunk horny teenagers.
3) Went on a third date to our lovely German market with friend's housemate. We agreed a date and time to have sex. Very organised!
4) Once home I thought about our dates. Sex kept coming up, but on his part rather than mine. So I sent him a message asking if he would be interested in dating after the deed. He replied he wasn't looking for a relationship. Well, I'm not looking for another fuck buddy. But that's not a problem at all. We're just after different things. Nice knowing you.
5) I really don't want things to be awkward with him for my friend's sake, so yesterday I sent him a message saying hi and all that jazz. He soon turned it into sex. I stood my ground and said that I wasn't interested. Well done me!
Where was I? Oh yes, Facebook and all of the joy it brings! He's been tagged in a photo with the comment saying that he's the best boyfriend. The picture is of a card he has sent his girlfriend saying how much he loves her.
First reaction was to send her a message to tell her how great her boyfriend is, especially at kissing. My second reaction was to call my best friend. She thinks that I should mess with his head. And I'm inclined to agree with her. I will start off by liking his girlfriend's photo. Then he knows that I know, and that I now know how to contact her if I wish to do so. I'll let him hang there slowly as worry and guilt consumes his cheating, pathetic little body.
Don't get mad. Get even.
