valentine’s day masacre

today is valentine’s day. It’s 9:13pm California time. obviously this isn’t a very monumental evening for me if I can post at 9:13 about the weird ass day I have had. The day started out as annoying as I thought it would.

I got a text messages at about 4 am from a person I hardly know……reason 6002938 why I don’t ever hand out my phone number…I know a lot of you often think it’s harmless for me to give you my numbers….like you’re the special one I’ll give my number out too…..and you are special, I’m sure your moms’ tell you that all the time ……but from my experience…if I hand my number out…I’m bound to get weird texts from you when you drink.. I don’t know how I have this affect on people…I just do. LOL….so some random guy I think I’ve met like 2 times writes me at 4 am…..that’s still 7 am east coast time….he’s not east coast…. 4 am..Monday morning…fucking great..woke me up..couldn’t go back to sleep…then the emails come in….I have this guy is Israel who writes me love letter every so often. I am flattered but yet the things he writes.. Idon’t believe anything he says, I think I’m just a figure he likes to pretend exists..so not writing him back leaves this mystery to him to make me who ever he wants me to be…responding, I think, would ruin this fantasy he has…and this fantasy is so beautiful..so I let him have it.

I got 2 dozen red roses delivered to my home from the love of my life, my ex.  this was bitter sweet to me. I love him so much and yet when he does things like this I get mind boggled…why would he do this… He’s not the type to do something unless he means it. He’s 48, the games have been played, he been there, done that..no reason to fuck with a little girl like me…and yet he knows how in love with him I am/was/no am…I try with all my might to ignore him. some days it’s easy. some days I’m so busy with work I can’t even call my mom or check in on my son….I worry about my ex’s health so I figure it’s best to keep in touch with him to make sure he’s okay and then I realize maybe I’m just making excuses. I wish he’d start dating already and just forget me. I wish he’d get married and have kids and be happy so I could be happy for him…or at least pretend to be. As far as I know he’s not dating anyone…fucking people…no doubt…but dating..I don’t know..I don’t ask and he doesn’t tell….I don’t talk to mutual friends as I don’t care to hear any gossip or drama they’d try to bring to the table. Since I do not speak with mutual friends I really don’t have a social life…..Work becomes me. I am my job. I love it and yet I hate it. my personality is “blah” lately. I have no sense of humor….I kinda act like a bitch to strangers just because I don’t have time for them….I hate who I am becoming…

To add insult to injury about this person I am becoming…I get an email from another ex…..long time since ex….now this is a long story….I dated a married man way back when…actually the man who I would say made me realize I hated men..LOL….he was bi……though I didn’t know it at the time…but I could sense it….He  was such a girl during out “courtship” if you can call it that. He was such drama…think…lesbo relationship drama and then super size it and  add extra cheese to it because his drama could get pretty fucking cheesy.

I can’t delve into that relationship, frankly because I no longer care about it nor can I remember half of it because I use to drink a lot LOL….Anyfart….about 2 months ago..IDK..4 months ago..who cares…dude writes me telling me he needs to speak to me after 4 years of not speaking to each other. I agree, reluctantly because I have changes so much as a person and don’t really care to know him any longer…he broke my heart and I’m just over it. But I agreed to meet with him. I though he was going to tell me he had AIDS or something terminal…just the way he spoke made it sound pretty serious. so I met up with him and all he had to say was that he was sorry for how he treated me…..nice effort but too little too late. So IDK if he was trying to rekindle some crap or what…but every so often he would write me…tell me how much I meant to him..blah blah lbah….I’m like..”um yeah, I know, I was a fucking amazing girlfriend…you’re groveling to come back to me, just like everyone else I have dated” LOL yes, I’m pretty cocky…..

Anyfart….so today he sends me some gay message saying “goodbye” Basically to say good bye to who I “use to be” I’m assuming???? I don’t know really cause his emails were so fucking weird….here’s the thing about “goodbyes” when you mean them..you don’t need to say them…when you say them it’s your stupid way of trying to get the other person to try to convince you to stay…fuck that shit, I don’t play games..OMG i should post the emails back and forth..should I but I’m too lazy to copy and past them in chronological order and black out the names for right now…..

The only saving grace for this day was finding solace in a friend, who I found out I have a lot more in common with than I do with most folks. This woman had a pretty shitty weekend and yet she called me and was more concerned for me than she was for herself…awww. I love people like that. She had a pretty mind fucked weekend herself…people play games more often than we like to think. I guess it’s good that people are so strange because for each time they are strange there is someone on the receiving end and those of us on the receiving end often find truly loving friendships when we bond with others who have suffered as we, ourselves have.

Which leads me to the conclusion that we all must have something in common. Those of you who have found my blog didn’t do so on accident. YOu may have been searching for porn and found my blog but you keep coming back because you are drawn to my honesty.. You must be an honest person. I’m sure you heart aches and you have experiences the mind fuck and utter love for someone who just doesn’t want you. We all have a lot in common…I’m a porn slut…you may be a sales man, a business woman, a fry cook, an actress, a restaurant owner, a consultant, a HR man, CEO, slave owner….I don’t care what you do…we all have something in common….We all have felt the same hurt…maybe we can all help each other heal

Happy Valentine’s day my dears.