My Weekend

Yeah, it started out pretty good.
I woke up Saturday morning, took the dogs out, made my bed, hopped in the shower and even shaved my legs!
I had a goal to get a new cell phone and having smooth legs gives me confidence.
A few weeks ago, I had to take my mother to the ER and in my rush to leave, I dropped my phone and broke the hinge.
Now, the phone still worked if I held it a certain way and to keep it closed, I had to use a rubber band.
My friends called it my "Ghetto Phone".
It sucked but I knew that I was due for a new phone in December so I was going to wait until as close to December as possible before I begged Cingular to let me get a new phone.
But as time went by, the phone sucked more and more and it was hard for people to hear me with my phone in two pieces.
So, I was on a mission: to buy a new phone without a bunch of shit from my wireless company. Right. I knew I was in for a fight and I was ready. I was prepared to tell those bastards that I would keep my two pieces of phone until December when my contract expires and then I would go about 15 feet from their kiosk in the mall to Sprint or Verizon's kiosk and get a new phone and a new wireless company and they could kiss my 11 years of customerhood goodbye.

When I approached the counter, I explained my issue to the nice, apple-cheeked agent and I think she could sense I was ready to do battle. Maybe it was my clenched fists and my piercing stare, I don't know, but she checked my account, announced that I wasn't due for a new phone for another 4 weeks and before I could threaten bodily harm, she said, "I can't do anything but take my phone and call customer service and they can give you an early upgrade."
So, all it took was a 5 minute call to customer service and I was in a new phone.
I thanked the cute, chubby little agent for making this so easy and I think I was mistaking my relief for sexual attraction for a moment as we stared into each other's eyes. But then she said "Have a great day." and turned away.

Oh well, I celebrated by buying a new pink satin camisole and matching pink sweater/cardigan thingy to go with my black pants and black strappy heels.
And I also discovered a new scent at Bath and Body Works that I am in LOVE with....Brown Sugar and Fig.
You must go try it. NOW!

Saturday gave way to Sunday and it was a lazy day for me which, besides shopping, is my favorite kind of day.
Then I checked my email....
Patiently waiting in my inbox was an email from the same exboyfriend I talked about in this previous post.
Yes, the one who is no longer speaking to me.
Due to several back and forth emails on Friday, he felt compelled to write a long drawn out letter about all the things that were wrong in our relationship and more importantly, all the things I did wrong and all of my faults (maybe not all my faults. I'm sure there are plenty more).
Did I mention that we broke up a YEAR AGO?
This email was so painful and so hurtful that I was nearly doubled over in pain.
What was the point of dredging this up a year after the relationship ended?
Oh, it was to allow him to move on with his life....that's right.
You see, he's going to read this because he reads my blog regularly. Also, his friends are going to read this because he recently told his friends to read my blog to get to know me.
Why, you ask?
Who the hell knows for sure.
It's been A YEAR. More than a year really. Why do they need to know me now?
And how are they going to get to know me through my blog?
My blog is bullshit.
My blog is not who I am. I mean, sure, I'm funny and my blog is funny sometimes and I have a great rack and my blog has a great rack but don't expect to read my blog and know the real me. I certainly don't expect to read anyone else's blog and know the real them.

So, anywho....
I shocked myself last night. I'm a pretty mean, bitchy and vindictive person when crossed but I didn't respond to his email in the way I might have in a previous incarnation of my life.
In the past, I might have told him how shitty he was in bed or how much of a spineless coward I found him to be -edit note: I'm not saying this is true. I'm just saying that's what I MIGHT have said if I were going to be just as mean- but no, I took the high road and refused to bad-mouth or bash him because after it's all said and done, I don't want to hurt his feelings or cause him any kind of pain. I just want this all to be over.
I wished him luck in moving on with his life and hoped that in writing that email to me, he finds the peace he so desperately craves.

Shit! Check me out! I'm growing as an adult.

Posted by De at November 14, 2005 02:28 PM | TrackBack