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My friend just dumped a girl via email with HnTdO’s dump email (minus strikethrough text). As if on cue, she began a barrage of texts, facebook messages, IMs and emails that repeatedly begged the question “why?” and petitioned him to reconsider. They had only been going out for two weeks…
To this girl, and girls everywhere, I offer you this advice on how to deal with being dumped - on or offline.
You’ve lost the guy already. He was feeling ‘meh’ about you so he left. Chasing after him, pleading with him like a desperate sack of needy sadness will only make him thank God twelve times to next Tuesday that he dumped you. By doing so, you’ve taken him from feeling ambiguous to rejoiceful about the demise of your breif relationship.
That is what you have accomplished.
You can gracefully exit stage right with your dignity, class and hotness in tact or you can kick, scream and cry until you awkwardly fall off the stage.
-> Exit Gracefully. And on your way home, buy yourself a pair of F*ck You heels.11:56 Permalink
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If Anna Wintour and Rachel Zoe made a baby and then Kate Gosselin’s old hair aspirated on said baby’s vomit - it would be Single #4, ‘ËaÚX.May 20 2010 Permalink
I’ve Notified Law Enforcement Good Memories
I’ve been doing a lot of
heavy drinking thinking, and I want to deboard your crazy train don’t think we should keep seeing each other. I really like your apartment you and I’m obviously very attracted to your roommate you, and in a lot ways I am baffled as to how you manage to function daily on even the most basic level we match well, but I just can’t see myself watching you pick lint off your sweater and eat it again staying in a relationship here.
It’s a very
specific general feeling, more based on the incident where you shoved the prongs of a fork under your thumbnail until it bled without comment where I am in my life. It’s easy hard to explain, and I guess I needed my recent vacation to hide from you figure things out, but I really feel like it wouldn’t be fair to keep boning seeing you after i found the dead racoons in your freezer if that’s the way I’m leaning. I feel like if I don’t make this decision now, my life will be at risk in the very near future we’d both get more and more emotionally invested, and yet I’d still feel like I’d need to probably move out of state leave, and then it would be much worse for my physical safety.
Just to be clear, this has
everything nothing to do with everything anything you did or definitely did didn’t do. You’ve caused my very soul to shudder been great in all ways, and I really did recoil in disgust enjoy getting to know you. Believe me this was a prudent not an easy decision to make, and it’s not one I made without first securing an order of protection lightly either.
I wish you
were locked up the best - you’re on your way to a 72 hour involuntary psych hold brilliant, every idea you have is born of some deeply seeded psychosis pure genius! You’re beyond drug therapy hilarious yet curiously allowed to roam free sensitive, tolerably attractive cute yet bangable sexy also. And you could win gold in the crazier than a sh*thouse rat contest kissing olympics. Please don’t call me hate me, and I hope you are very far away very soon understand. I’ve already changed my name, Best of luck to you in all that you do,
Formerly Max Smith