you've been kicked... like a kick ball!

so i have this thing... when i lose interest in a dude, i complicate matters by pleading ignorance and i just ignore him. yup, that's right. like a high school fueder. you may call me a heartless bitch, but i have had my share of karma, so i don't disagree with the things i do. afterall, i'm not the little college freshman i was 10 years ago (wow... i haven't yet put a year on that one. ouch), but i'm a young woman who has a full time job and is living my own life taking care of myself and doing my own thing.

but this action of course leads to:
1- anger (not mine, his)
2- questioning
3- nasty emails and texts because really, a modern day man cannot possibly pick up a phone and express his frustration, right?

i am semi-happy to report that The Athlete is out of the picture! he finally got the hint! since the flower debacle, remind me to toss them or take them home at the end of the day tomorrow, i haven't talked to him.

this has been because:
1- work has been hella busy with fundraisers and events this week
2- i havent really wanted to

maybe one day i will go into more details about The Athlete. but i have to say... i feel really great about this one. i think i got the last in a series of nasty emails just now. this one was short and to the point. It read: "I wish you luck in all you do. I'm sure you'll be fine once you decide your life direction."

no more criticism, no more phone leash, no more judgement no more talk of "serious relationship," no more metrosexual! no more! no more!

phew! who wants to do a shot?