The Tree’s been chopped, so there goes that.
And after texting the new Tinder prospect for a good part of the weekend, I didn’t hear from him after late Sunday morning. So I thought I’d confirm our date for Thursday, seeing as it’s my birthday week and all and I have so many glamorous plans and all (actually, nothing).
This morning I sent him a text asking if he was still available on Thursday or if it was easer, I could even meet him Friday. Just wanted to firm up my week, you know?
He replied that he decided to take a quick trip to Mexico on Thursday morning and won’t be back until Sunday. Nice for him, right? But WHEN was he going to tell me this??
I think I’m done for a while (again). This is absolute bullshit.
Guys, take note: STOP BEING DICKS!
That is all. Fuck it all.
xo,
GS
UPDATE: And guess who just sent me a Happy Birthday text after he told me that he wasn’t “allowed” to text me anymore? That’s right, motherfucking Sexy Pants. I’m sorry for my language, but I’m one bitter bitch this morning.
Oh, and one other thing, fucker? You got the wrong day! My birthday isn’t until tomorrow. Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
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