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Saturday night, when i went to see the bands with my friends a man I dated for a short time showed up.  I only knew because one of my friends recognized him when he came in.

He thinks he's a big badass and acts like the world should stop when he arrives. I'm a bigger badass than him.  That's all I'm saying.

I carried on having a good time with my friends and promptly forgot he existed.  If he made his way over to me, i'd say hello, be polite and that'd be it.  If he didn't make his way over, even better.  

Let me say, I had forgotten about him after I cut it off, however, he started dating a woman who felt the need to reach out and tell me he told her alllllll about me the first time they met.

Okay, weirdo.

But when she continued to message me, and THEN told me he was sitting next to her, I may have lost my temper.  Listen you drug addled, GED buying, butter face bitch.....nobody wants your man.  Relax. Maybe take a bath and soak off the skank.  

I'm not sure WHY current girlfriends contact me when they are having trouble with one of my ex's.  Does it seem like I would care how to handle him other than getting rid of him?  NO RETURNS.  He's yours now.  Go live happily ever after. 

I hate seeing women act like pawns for men's stupid games.  It only goes to show that I have dated some real class acts. 

The ones I want, don't want me.  The ones I don't want, can't seem to shut their mouths around their crazy women.  

Is it any wonder I am no longer allowed to date?  says me? 

Anyhow, big baddie decides to mean mug me while he's there camped out by the bathrooms and then leaves.  I doubt he stayed long.  I would have peed in the parking lot rather than walk over to that area of my own free will. 

Why am I writing about this?  Because I was just looking for upcoming events on facebook seeing if I can get out again soon since I had a great time.  I checked a few band dates off as attending so I will be reminded when the events are coming up. 

Gee, I hope I don't scare the big baddie away from his grand entrances.  (embarrassing)  I'm not staying home to avoid anyone.  He's just going to have to share the space.  Or not.  Maybe it's me that needs to grow up but I can't stand anyone thinking they will alter my will to do as I please.  I admit, I avoid parties and events that I know my ex bf will be at because that is HIS territory, and I don't want to feel like I'm infringing and making him feel uncomfortable.  But we spend 13 years together, If I did see him somewhere, and I have, I wouldn't hesitate to say hello and give him a hug.  The only other man to ditch me was Mr. Tattoo and honestly, I'm not sure that man leaves his house.  Besides, he's not the type to act like a dick if he did see me out.  

I need to find someone like him - but who wants to have an actual relationship outside of his house in public around people sometimes.  With me.  I'm afraid of turning into him sometimes.  Giving up and just getting through life instead of living it.  My ex bf found out pretty quickly he wasn't "upgrading" when he turned me in, and Mr. Tattoo has probably forgotten I ever existed ...........both of them giving up on me.

Stupid fuckers.

There's my brain dump.  TaDA


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