Life has a way of fucking with you (how I couldn't avoid the cook's rejection)

Complete silence from the fucker – oh sorry, you know him as “The Cook”.  So – even though I know he is deleting my texts, I send him one final one, because it makes me feel better to say it.  I say the following:

This will be the last text I send (I’m sure u r saying thank god; when will she stop).  But u do have to know you have treated me badly. It’s not okay to ignore someone. It’s rude, hurtful, and disrespectful.  You should have the decency to tell someone if you are no longer interested. It just makes you an ass. I expected more from you. Obviously you don’t give a shit. And that just makes me angry. I don’t deserve to be treated that way.

Of course, no response.  But it helped me get some semblance of closure.  Or at least that’s what I tell myself.  It’s really really really eating at me because I thought we really clicked.   It’s a total mystery to me what happened.   After I sent that text, I went online and although I took him off my favourites list.  But i can’t resist so in the last few days I would occasionally see if he was still online.  I know, kinda like to torture myself some more.  Well yesterday I went to do that and poof! his profile is no longer there.  Deleted or changed his profile name.  Hmmm.

But Wait! There’s More!

I’m on two dating sites…and I just happened to logon to the other one tonight.  It’s kind enough to create lists of “matches” for you, based on your interests and compatibility tests.  So I check it out and no word of a lie HE’S AT THE TOP OF THE LIST.  Fucker. I sent him a note on the site…because although I’m sure he thinks I am a total psycho drama queen, I also have a sense of humor.  Short but sweet, it said:

I’m glad I have a sense of humour about life…since I logged into to this site today and checked out my matches…and look who I find at the top of my list. I would still really like to know why you bailed…

Of course I know I will get no response.  But life is kinda funny sometimes.

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