Alright, I haven’t talked about the Boy Toy in a while, because I was hoping he’d just go away like the disposable boy he is… So anyway, we all know that when I stop talking to someone, it’s not always because I’m pissed, but because I usually don’t feel they’re worth my time. In this case, he is a source of amusement, because he’s trying to make out my lack of response as being bitter or some such boyish nonsense (heaven forbid I actually don’t give a constipated shit about him). Anyway, I get this in my mailbox, with the subject of “Cutie pie”: Alright sweetie – when you are ready to talk just lemme know. You have no reason to feel embarassed – u tried your best.
Now, first thing, it’s next to impossible to embarass me, especially in regards to something I went into just for the sheer fun of it. The fight wasn’t some proving ground to me, it wasn’t some “dominate the male” bullshit. It was sheer amusement, in fact, I laughed hysterically the entire way home and I have 2 people I was talking to who can back me up on that.
So anyway, Boy Toy, you’re making an ass of yourself, and every email you send will promptly be placed here so that the rest of the world can see it. Get over it. You’re nothing to me, you never will be anything other than “that guy I hopped on the mat with.” Of course, I could post the pics of you getting your ass kicked by someone smaller than me (which, nice omission of fact on that fight, I guess if you don’t mention it, you can’t really be called out on a lie).
Have a nice life, enjoy being in backyard movies of girls beating you up, and I’m glad someone out there is willing to pay you to get off. I, however, will not be one of them. I have guys more worth my while to spend my mat time with.
Oh yeah, have I mentioned you come off as desperate? Seriously.
gods, what a moron
i’d make fun of him for using “u” instead of “you” but im too damned nice, and kind hearted to belittle a foolish blob of mat-slime-protoplasm.
how’d i do?
Where do we find these guys? Do you and I give off some weird scent that only these kind of guys can smell?
Apparently. I wish I could figure out what it is in my diet that causes it.
You should get in there and kick his ass yourself.
*sounds the Manowar drum line*
Can I use HIM for therapy? Pease? *pouty lips and puppy dog eyes*