This was me last night after going down an online rabbit hole, searching for The Bulldog.
It’s a long story, but the BD has a circle of unbelievably amazing friends, including a couple of former supermodels. Yes, you read that correctly, SUPERMODELS.
The Bulldog is dating a former Supermodel who actually has some recent ad campaigns that are amazingly impressive and cool. She’s still a stunner and looks hip as shit in that oh so breezy and carefree way that I could never ever achieve. She posts shots from her Sports Illustrated days on her Instagram and the posts of the trips she’s taking today, and the Bulldog makes cutesy comments, and UUGGHHHHUUUHHHH!
And I felt EXACTLY like the chick in that video when I found this stuff out…as I lay in my bed, all bundled up, early on a Saturday night watching Netflix and petting the dog.
This should prove to me once and for all that the dude DOES NOT pine for me. Nor does he even give me a second thought. He does not wonder what I’m up to. He does not miss our time together. He BLOCKED me from everything and has no reason to look back at that weird, WEIRD, AWKWARD time we spent together.
Note to self: Please, Ginger, please. Move on already. Clearly a painful and self-destructive waste of your time to keep looking for him and wondering about him…because now you know what he’s up to.
It’s mortifyingly gross.
I am that girl.
xo,
GS
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