I need to figure out what behavior I am exhibiting that attracts these loser men.
Clearly it’s something about me. Maybe it’s the way I smell, walk, dress. Or talk?
Seven days ago Scorpio was supposed to pay me back the $140.00 he owes me because he didn’t bring enough money for our Sk8cation.
It snowed a butt-ton last weekend and he didn’t make it to skating. That’s okay, only 15 of us did…
Monday I received a text from him:
Hey. Sorry I didn’t make it to the rink cause of the weather. Maybe you can stop by during the week sometime to pick it up.
Really?? No more “Hello, Beautiful?” I don’t even get a “Good morning”?
It took me a few minutes to not respond the way my heart wanted to.
Good morning. I’m glad to know you’re safe. Monday and Wednesday are bad. Other than that, let me know what works for you. Thanks!
(I didn’t want to sound like a super mega ultra bitch, but now I kind of wish I had.)
Surprise, surprise! I didn’t hear shit from him all fucking week. So, this afternoon we had another ‘conversation’ about the money he owes me (I’m blue, he’s red):
Yeah. Sure, asshole. I’ll just call Xcel and let them know that I can’t pay my electric bill this month because Wimpy owes me the money I need to pay it. (That’s not true, but I would like to put that money back into savings for my next skate trip. Or what-the-fuck ever!)
I simply responded, “Ok. I’ll bother you about it again next week. Get well soon.”
(I guess my passive-aggressive bitch self is sick of being repressed, but I wanted to be a lot meaner!)