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Originally Posted by monster
Stop calling/stalking him. It's over, you've been dumped. Move on. It's nothing to do with another girlfriend or any other excuse.
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Say it, girl! Say it!
I've fallen to an all time low - too vain to believe that I could be dumped - just like that and for no special reason other than it was a day which ended in "y." Me dumped? Nah, he ran off after a little slut even more gorgeous than I, and the kicker was that she has simply scads of money. Otherwise, he'd be here right now singing erotic love ballads underneath my second story window.
And I've been STALKING him? How cool is that? I never envisioned myself as a stalker, but I love all the possibilities it could offer to harass old flames and maybe even ending up spending a month in county when I break all my restraining orders. Thanks for the images!
And to answer your question posted down thread... I had the very best friend ever. She and I laughed all the time, loved the same food, drove up crazy mountain roads together - Thelma and Louise only without killing anyone or driving off cliffs. Then my friend "Gabriella" became very sick and died far too soon. I still want to pick up the phone and call her except Gabriella's funeral was almost 6 months ago. Someday I'll make some new IRL girl friends, but I'm just not quite there yet.
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Originally Posted by sexobon
I prefer to think:
He had a sugar mamma supporting him;
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Wouldn't surprise me. He was famous for his sugar mamma type girl friends. I was even one - but these days, this mamma is plumb out of sugar.
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Originally Posted by sexobon
but,
she bailed on him;
as any smart woman would
so,
he reconnected with you
and
he has a pay-per-use phone;
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You are pyschic, my dear sexobon. My once and decidedly not future boyfriend is a technophobe living securely in the 19th century. He's got a burner phone that he buys refill cards for at 5X the normal price and he has no idea what to do with its many bewildering features like voicemail and volume control for both calls and ringtones. What's a poor boy to do when he's run out of minutes and can't afford to buy a new card until his next drug deal goes thru? (kidding on the drug deal - I think)
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Originally Posted by sexobon
but,
could no longer afford your calls;
until,
he found another sugar mama;
however,
it's too early to count his chickens;
so,
he's keeping a hen in the coop.
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Quite possible. I live in a rural area and the farmers and ranchers here are starting to sell off their lifestock due to severe drought - too expensive to keep all those cows in hay. No doubt the cost of chicken feed has gone up as well - especially when your little red hen demands a costly tracfone card.
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Originally Posted by sexobon
OR
He's very busy, working his fingers to the bone, pinching pennies until he's in a position to make you a proposal you can't refuse.
(I'm a hopeless romantic.)
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I would hope he has more imagination than that. He already pulled that "I'll do anything; quit your job and I'll take care of you" thing on me 10 years ago. Fool me once...
*sigh*
I almost wonder if he's a lurker on the Cellar (a vanishingly small possibility) because almost the same time as I hit the send key on my OP, my cell phone began to chirp the first bars of
"You're no good, you're no good, baby you're no good..." (his very own special ring tone that I awarded him).
It had only been two plus weeks since his last call.
He loves me passionately, he misses me terribly, I have the sweetest voice of any girl he knows, etc., etc. Are we getting ready to break into helpless bouts of laughter yet? He hadn't the money for the phone card just as sexabon predicted. By golly, if it takes his last dime, he's going to go buy a better phone - one that's electronic wiring will do a much better job of ricocheting off 400 miles worth of microwave towers mostly located in rugged and remote terrain.
And then he said he loves me again plus a whole bunch of other stupid stuff.
I think that I'm enabling this non-love affair to continue because I'm really lonely for Gabriella and that Cheshire Tom cat is safely 400 miles away, so that I can have a love affair that I make up myself as I go along and which is very useful - my emotional bank account is overdrawn at the moment and I can't be kiting any bad checks or even taking the chance that I might. I've discovered that the payback is always a bitch.
Hey! Thanks for all your replies to a member who hasn't been showing up much. You guys even made me laugh with your various scenarios! And that beats feeling ever so sorry for myself.
