I broke up with New York guy today.  You remember, the one I've instant messaged NEVER, emailed a grand total of six times (in four weeks) and spoken to on the phone exactly once.  Yes, I did have to break up with him.  I told him I wasn't ready to be someone's last great love and that Hope is the most important thing in my life right now (despite having him tell me repeatedly and loudly during our one conversation that no child should be the center of their parent's life) and so I didn't think it was fair to him to continue this any longer.

Yes, he sent me THREE emails telling (first) how much he liked me, how sorry he was that I didn't want to meet and take the chance that we could have something special (second) he does love his daughter and he takes exception to my implication that he doesn't, and (third) he thinks I'm a bitch and I deserve to be alone forever and he's quite sure I will be.  These are all written within fifteen minutes of each other.

I attract stalkers, don't I?  Creepy creepy.  So I started talking to this other guy, but then I looked more closely at his pictures and noticed suddenly that he didn't have three of his front teeth.  My computer "froze up" at that point and I exited Yahoo Messenger rather quickly.  Then I started talking to a tennis coach in an affluent city near my home.  I thought, "how cool!  I'm in love with Federer and here's a tennis pro waiting just for me!!"  We'll see, I decided I'm not instant messaging people and I'm not giving them my number.  From now on I'm going to be the mysterious lady of cyberspace, existing only in email and digital pictures.

Safer that way.

I thought I was pretty brave getting rid of Bob the NY guy.  Normally I would have dated him for a year, had sex with him and perhaps even moved in with him before letting him know I thought we were getting too serious and I wasn't interested in dating him in the first place. 

Dating sucks.

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My friend Dana from work had her job interview today.  I'm quite sure she'll get the job, move on away from this sick little company we're in  and go on to be very happy.  My one shot came and went and I'm going to be left hanging when she leaves.  Does it make me a bad person to secretly hope she doesn't get the job and therefore has to stay and be miserable with me?  I don't really, you know.  But I will miss her desperately. 

They have no idea what would happen to that place if Dana leaves and if I followed right behind.  Yikes...they could replace us, for sure, but it would be a nasty couple of months!!

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Okay Margaret, you're forgiven your elf comment since you show VERY fine taste in men in every other respect.  (I'd do George Clooney in a hot heartbeat!)  And to be fair and honest as I know I'm supposed to be, his face does look a bit squashed, especially on the right side, but when he plays...mmmmm....Federer!!

Comments

[Margaret]

I'm glad you've forgiven me! Maybe you should sign up for tennis lessons to get to know the pro(secretly) so you can evaluate him for dating. And it sounds like it's time to look seriously for another job; I know you hate the risk of doing so, but it's time!

[Tonya]

I personally had really good luck (eventually) meeting a great guy through an internet dating service (and married him!) That was 10 years ago, though, and I have to wonder if they have a harder time these days culling the extreme weirdos. However, I did encounter a few of those, too. I like Margaret's idea -- tennis lessons!