Oh and I should add

Nothing but crickets all week on the 10th grade boyfriend front. No "I didn't come to town this week" and no other excuses. Nothing. Weird.

Ruse of the week - again - and this one is the lamest of all

Only little things have happened in the past week, and I am slammed at work and exhausted (mini-me got a stomach virus that kept us very busy for 24 hours) so I'll be lazy writer today and just list this shit out:

• Nothing on Punk Boy...no emails, haven't run into him in two weeks. He's changed his song on MySpace to "Beast of Burden" and there could totally be a message there, b/c that is his style, but I'm not assuming its for me.
• Heard nothing from D the guy who took me to Def Leppard until Thursday of last week (he was supposed to return from Cabo on Tuesday...) and had almost written him off. Then he started chatting with me online and explained that he got stuck down there, what with an earthquake and that Category 5 hurricane that hit Mexico/Central America and all...so we chatted briefly and then I said I had to run
• He pinged me the next day around 4:15 to chat for a bit, and it was fun and flirty (you should come on this trip to Cabo next year!) but again I exited the chat first and said I had to run...
• Went to a party for RS2/Hotness - now home from India- on Friday night. Went with apprehension...I love RS and RS2 but I really want to move on from anything associated with that company, mostly b/c he who should not be named still works there and I'm purging everything about him out of my life for good. I survived the party and had fun, but it did, because of some stories I learned about him, give me a sick feeling in my stomach that I really don't need in my life
• Went out with T for drinks afterwards at JP! No sign of Punk Boy but his whole entourage was there and it was a fete for that girl he used to date for two years (ahhh so that's why he didn't come out)
• Went to the Lakehouse for rest of weekend with J and our daughters. Went wakeboarding and loved it.
• Got another IM from D, concert boy, first thing Monday morning. Wanted to chat for awhile...asked me to dinner sometime this weekend. We chatted back and forth for 15 minutes, told him my mini-me was sick, home from school and I really needed to run...
• Got a call from Fuckwit, he who should not be named, around 1. I didn't answer. (Yeay. I'm proud of myself for all this self control I have shown. Many thanks to all my friends for encouraging this.) He left a message. It sounded awkward as ass and I'll re-create it here (although it was so laughable, I did not delete should any of you want to listen...):

"Um hi its (insert Fuckwits name here). I um found this coupon, this $10 off coupon for Deramax that I think I should send to you. Um, I have sent you some emails, but I think you have blocked me from your addresses, um, including your (insert company name here) account because ahhh you um haven't responded. Well um, I guess um that's it."

A fucking coupon? That's the ruse?! A fucking coupon for medicine for my dog that she no longer even takes! He's so fucking cheap that he thought that thing would be of value to me. So the only reason I wouldn't respond is because I've blocked him? (I did that after I received those stupid emails...) I couldn't possibly be not responding because he's the biggest jerk this state has ever known? He really doesn't get that he's not someone I want to see speak with, or help in any way possible. He doesn't deserve that, after all he's done. But he also doesn't see that - he thinks we just "ended badly." Again, I wouldn't help that fuckwit or any of his cronies cross the street, let alone help them get a job.

So nothing more. Around 8;45, my business line, which has no caller ID on it, rang and someone hung up when I answered. Puzzling. But I think I know who that was.

Got a nice text, first one ever, on my phone from D the concert boy: "How's your daughter doing tonite? Feeling better?"

He's doing well, that one. He's trying.

Let's call him whackoff smirnoff

Not too much happening. Quick round-up of events:

Had a small gathering on Friday night, and got to meet N's, the ex, new squeeze. We'll call her Philly girl. I think he's uncomfortable with her - he says its like dating him in that she's dating around and doesn't care what he thinks. Well, I said, karma is a bitch, isn't it?

Headed down to Oak Island/Southport for the rest of the weekend early Sat, very hungovah, and had McDonald's on the way down. There went my diet for the rest of the weekend.

The weekend was very fun, but not too much to report on. Nice house, gracious and generous hosts who paid for everything, and a lot of drinking. A lot. Started at 11 am and didn't stop all day. My liver was begging me to leave. We made many jokes about the ex - the subject line is but just one:

• He was banking at Whackovia and making many deposits in the spank bank
• Let's stop referring to him as whack a mole. Let's call him whackoff smirnoff. He liked the vodka, didn't he?

There was five of us, with me as odd man out, til Saturday night. A guy named Tom was coming over. One of my friends said, hey, maybe (insert my name here) could hit that. And my other friend, said, no I'm not gonna let that happen. I think he's gay, too effeminate.

Of course I am thinking to myself - ooooh love the fem guys. If he looks like he might be gay, bring it on. I'm all about that. Let him look like Richard Butler, or some of the guys I dated in the 80's. Please!

I come downstairs after getting ready and there he is at the counter, eating shrimp. And I think to myself, wow, that's not at all the person I expected. My friend wasn't gonna let me hit it b/c he's too fem...

She isn't gonna let me hit it because he's too fat.

He was easily, easily 300 pounds. Ugh.

He was fem, but he was sooooo large. I was not digging it at all.

Have not heard from the 10th grade ex. Crickets. I think he's changed his mind about seeing me...oh well.

Off to work.