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Wednesday, January 27, 2010   Par For the Course Is anyone surprised that I was stood up for lunch with Kurt today? Anyone? AND Is anyone surprised that his brother confirmed that that fucking asshole is still married? I didn't think so. Thank you, crickets, for making cricket noises during that question and answer section of the blog. So, yeah, Mr. La-La-La-I'm-Not-Listening-Because-You're-Trying-To-Dump-Me-Over-The-Phone-But-I-Don't-Want-To-Hear-This-Because-Then-I-Won't-Keep-Getting-The-Booty was adamant that we couldn't break up on the phone on Friday, because he wanted to have lunch and try to work on "your trust issues" with me. So, me, trying to take the high road, agreed to lunch on Wednesday, today. I had stuff due to Goddard on Monday and a board meeting Tuesday, so I was a little crunched for time. Plus, I needed to think about things with us, big things, like even if he is divorced and says he wants to be with me, what do I need to believe it? Can I forgive him and give him another chance? Should I bother? Oh, yeah, plus I wanted to call every one of Montana's 56 counties to verify that he was indeed divorced, because if it happened in Montana, I should know where and when so I can compare whatever piece of paper he gives me to the research that I've done. What I found out is that Montana counties require a cash fee to confirm most public records, and I wasn't about to mail a bunch of cash to Montana. Turns out, it doesn't matter. That fucking manwhore stood me up for lunch. He was the one that wanted to have lunch, and he said that he'd tell me the place and time to meet him. Except that he didn't. Not by phone, text, email to any of my email addresses, Facebook message, stopping by my office, or smoke signal. Nothing at all. The last communication from him was a voicemail message on Monday of "Hey, Baby, just wanted to see how you are. I'll call you later." followed by a big fail on the calling me later. Oh, and that call? Came from a 918 area code, and reverse 411 says it belongs to a woman in Georgia. That was the last fucking straw. When I was thinking about what I need, I need someone whose actions match their words. That's why I stopped trusting him, and that's why I can't be with him. He will never follow-through and do what he says he will, and he proved that yet again today. I am done. posted by jaime | 2:37 PM 3 comments

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