Maybe if you play your cards right it can turn into both. And if coffee isn't code for shots and sloppy drunk sex in the bathroom, then I sad for you MoreCowbell.
No, it's code for resentment and the possibility of her throwing a full cup of coffee in my face. She wasn't exactly pleased when we split.
Mix a little ipecac into her coffee before you sit down. At the very least, it'll be a short meeting.
dude seriously why are you meeting with her? "Gee let me go get a cup of hot coffee from my bitchy ex thrown in my face" should be right on the list with "let me tell Mike Tyson he's a fucking pussy" or "let me watch my parents have sex". You're meeting MoreCowbell's ex too? How random is that shit? Better yet, dont show up, remind her why she hates you. I mean, if you're not gonna get pussy, why bother going at all?
Then why, pray tell, are you meeting her for coffee. Let me guess, but you owe it to me, I deserve at least an explanation, if you ever cared about me you could spare 10 minutes for coffee??? I think I have been that girl in the past, I am not proud of it. I hope for your sake that is not the case, but if it is, there is is nothing you can ever say that is going to make it anymore than what it is or any better in her mind. It will either be false hope or more fuel to her fire.
No, if I had to guess, it'd be more of the "look how awesome I am and what you fucked up and are missing out on" kind of thing.
Do I seem like the sort of person who knows the answer to questions like that? Mya....while I was the one who suggested it (we're longtime friends, I felt like I didn't want to leave things like this?)...that isn't far off. She's angry because I blindsided her with a breakup that she totally didn't see coming. I'm fully aware of how stupid this was. Why I oughta....
It is probably driven from the same emotions with the probable same end game Man, early 20s me really sucked. Maybe this booze mixed with pills thing could make me too candid.
If she didn't see it coming, then she's a blithering idiot, and why bother explaining it? I mean fuck, every woman I have ever dated used her evil feminine sixth sense to know the break up was due three or four months before it happened. Wait. Were you dating a tranny? I don't think they bolt on the sixth sense on a tranny.
If she didn't see it coming, then she's a blithering idiot, and why bother explaining it? I mean fuck, every woman I have ever dated used her evil feminine sixth sense to know the break up was due three or four months before it happened. Wait. Were you dating a tranny? I don't think they bolt on the sixth sense on a tranny.[/quote] I was about to say....... Aren't all women genetically compelled to do that whole "State of the Union" or "Where is this relationship going?" kinda thing. Where they're basically asking "Is this going anywhere or am I just wasting the best years I have?" And that's the point where any and all grievances may or may not be aired. I took off my Carl Sagan jacket, so hopefully this comment is still somewhat on point.
Holy shit. My kind friends decided I needed something to take my mind off my problems so they invited a 24 year old girl over to hit on me. She looks like her mom fucked a lizard. Uh....no.
I'm glad this week is over. I had to do 4 people's jobs at work this week. Normally I'm half of the engineering department, this week I was two departments all by myself. Now I'm drinking Shiner Ruby Redbird so it's getting better. I hope I can stay awake long enough to find a tiny hat.
The circumstances were "I can't do a relationship, especially a long distance one, right now. And it's only going to get worse, as we're moving even further apart." It was kind of out of the blue, and the long-distance probably made it seem even more so. To be honest, I think the problem is that I'm trying to have my cake and eat it to. "I'd like to be split....but I'd also like you to not be angry at me and be friends!" I think I'd trying to go back across a bridge I've already burned. In other news, HOLY CLICHED PHRASES, BATMAN! Aaaaand I'm drinking wine alone that I bought at a gas station, while living with my parents and talking to strangers on the internet about my ex-girlfriend. Life is good, yes?
So I had a job interview today. It's the third interview with the same company. I initially had a phone interview. Then, I drove up and had an in-person interview. 5 half-hour interviews with 5 different people. Then, I got called back for the third round which was today, with the director. I interviewed with him, then they pulled me in for another half hour interview with another person. To answer the obvious question, no, I'm not interviewing with the CIA. Or the FBI or NSA. I don't know why the fuck I need to interview with seven fucking people. I also just went outside at 11:30 p.m. and rinsed my car off and dried it. Because we had a rainstorm. Maybe I should lay off the rum.
We're not strangers. We're a long distance family. We probably know you better than most of your real family, anyway.
Shoot, your real family and friends would probably disown you if they heard you put it like that. We are the ones who truly care. And/or have lives equally as pathetic.
I swear to god, if I wake up tomorrow with hundreds of dollars worth of charges for tiny hats on my credit card I'm going to be so pissed. Spoiler Oh who am I kidding? I'd love it. I need some tiny hats