And I Receive Just a Little More Hate
Alright, so this morning I'm at work, being the asshole that I usually am, when I remember my earlier post about how I'm an asshole at work. That memory spawned the memory of a comment a girl I know gave me upon reading that. Now, with hatemail I'll usually put all the details available because I own that information the minute it's emailed to me, but this isn't your typical hatemail. This comment was small, insignificant and from anyone else it would be boring. She sent it to me through Facebook, and it's the story behind it that is interesting.
Now, like I said, I put that article up, she read it, and she decided to respond to it.
(see, I didn't make it up)
I was shocked. The chick had finally spoken her own opinion! See, the story is a long one but a good one. Grades 5-8 I had the same class every year. We would gain a kid or lose a kid sometimes, but we were generally the same people. This girl, who I guess I'll refer to as Bimboless, due to her lack of the usual blonde quality and since I can't use her name, was one of those people. She started grade 5 and she was obsessed with vampires. This, along with her tendency to stick her nose up the teacher's ass, caused her to be unpopular among the other children. This continued through grade 6. In grade 7, I gave her the first of her very few chances with a guy. She was unpopular and I had blue balls, so I decided to go out with her. Within three days, I ended it.
I remember the breakup clearly, it was one of the finer moments of my life. It really showed the true core of my assholeness. She had just bought me some candy for some holiday or other, I believe it was Halloween, and she had given it to me. I, having already planned to break up with her, went over to her and her small group of friends, chucked the candy back at her and then broke up with her.
Me: I think you should take this back.
Bimboless: Why?
Me: It's over.
And then it was over. For a time. Throughout the next year and a bit, I would continually raise her hopes, only to send them crashing to the ground. And still, every time she came back. This surprised me, as she was a smart girl. At the time I had not yet discovered my perfection.
But it eventually had to end. This summer that has just passed, me and her met up for the last time. We went swimming, we walked around, and we generally enjoyed ourselves. Eventually, it began to rain, and we went for shelter in an empty bandstand. I held her, playing the gentleman as I had each time before that. And eventually, I kissed her. I had meant it to be just a small peck, but she was pulled in by my perfection, and she pulled me closer, not letting go for awhile. When she finally let go I figured it was over, but then she flung herself into my arms, holding on for awhile. After that, she left, and anything between us was done.
Later, we acted civil toward each other, but eventually, after a near run in with one of her friends, that ended as well. The message on Facebook was the beginning of that, and it's continued since then. Now the war between me and Bimboless continues. Perfection against a blonde. There's no way she can win. Perfection has the talent of being perfect. Blondes have the talent of giving good head. And I don't think a blowjob is gonna help her here.
Now, I can't give you a name, and I can't post any information here, but let's just say that a certain part of my contact list might be persuaded to slip into an email if you email me here.
CONTINUED!
Well. if you don't already know, this article was already posted in late march, which is why it has the old format. I took it down because Bimboless had been bearable for awhile and she asked me to remove it. But now she's no longer bearable, so it's back up.
So, she just broke up with her boyfriend. He dumped her. She wouldn't tell me why, but I heard from someone who I'm pretty sure is her friend why they broke up. I asked her if this was why, she said no, asked where I heard that, I refused to tell, she got mad. Then I mentioned something else somebody had told me about her, she didn't believe it but still got mad.
The period ends, and eventually it's lunch, and I'm sitting with a group of friends, when her friend "but eventually, after a near run in with one of her friends, that ended as well", came up and started accusing me of spreading shit about her. See, apparently, after I had told her what I'd heard, which, by the way, had it been said about me I would want to know, she reacted in a 'mature' way. Did she nicely ask me to not mention it? No, I mean a more fun mature. Did she hit me and tell me to shut up? Nope. Did she deal with her own goddamn problem? Nope, that's even more wrong than the rest. She went bitching to one of her friends about it. And that friend came at me and started accusing me and attempting to threaten me. I say attempting because for a threat to work, somebody needs to feel threatened. I calmly told her that I had merely told Bimboless what I had heard. She responded ' Yeah, heard. ' She said it in the way that a fourth grader says ' I like him.' 'You mean like like?' 'Yeah, I like him'. Well no, I didn't hear hear it. I heard it. You know, the past tense of to hear. The action of hearing. That thing you do with your ears.
And, this time it's not coming down. If she herself had threatened me it might be a different issue. At least then I would be able to respect the courage it took to make the threat. But she had somebody else do her work for her. An act of shear cowardice. So this page stays.