I finally heard back from The Only Living Boy in New York today. After taking forever to respond, his entire reply was, "When you put it that way, I don't know how to respond!" (exclamation point in original). What scintillating clarity! (exclamation mine). What a heartfelt apology! (exclamation everyone's).
I admit, Dear Reader, that I should not have continued to engage him. Obviously, this man has a brain the size of a pea if it took him an entire week (plus the previous six months) to come up with telling me that he didn't know how to respond. I submit that the fact that he has rejected my friendship, my girlfriendship and my friends-with-benefitsship is also evidence of his pea-sized brain and maybe also his pea-sized junk. But I am on this streak of externalizing my anger because I shouldn't be the only one feeling crappy. I emailed him back and said: "You really hurt my feelings. I have offered to be your friend, your girlfriend and your friend-with-benefits at various times, and none of those things seemed to make you happy. If you don't have a compelling excuse, I don't have anything else for you."
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Love your blog!
Molly x
http://onehundred-x.blogspot.com/
(my challenge to do 100 things ive always wanted to do in 365 days)
the only thing missing was you responding with, "oh, and fuck you."
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