Decisions, decisions

So, I recovered from my initial outrage after the events of yesterday. That was bad, and I'm sorry for venting all of those frustrations on you guys. In a pretty much overwrought,holier-than-thou attitude. I mean, come on. The girl is obviously doing some maintenance.

At least she didn't break up with me in a text message, a la Sarah (a.k.a. Sarah-bellum, a.k.a. Snakecharmer) breaking up with Coley yesterday. This, my friends, is absolutely hilarious.

So, Sarah and Coley have been dating for about about two months or so, sleeping together for maybe half that. Relatively close. He took her to meet the parents, which this guy never-ever does. He met hers. So, a little more than just sleeping together, but not committed or anything. Either way, he's talking to her yesterday while she's at the beach with her friends. He's gotta work, but wants to hang out later and she said great, I'll give you a call later. Ends the phone conversation.

Five minutes later he gets a T9 (that's text message for short, fellow luddites)saying, and I quote: "Coley, I don't want to see you again. It was fun. Bye." A model of austerity and succinct emotional purging. Wait. Was there any emotion involved in that statement? Let's review. Nope. So, Coley thinks it's a joke perpetrated by one of her friends, and understandably so. Calls back a little later, as he's trying to get ready for work, and she answers the phone. Here goes:
"Hello?"
"Sarah?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Coley..."
"Hey."
"So... I got a funny message. Did you send me one?"
"Yeah."
"Ummmm... were you serious?"
"Yeah (toe-tapping in the background, followed by impatient sigh)..."
"Soooo..."
"So what?"
Coley, at this point, just starts laughing. What else can you do?
"Why are you laughing?" she asks, kind of angrily.
"Because that's fucked up...and you're fucked up too!"

Wow. On the brighter side, he's got a story to tell forever, or at least for as long as he's trying to pick up girls. And there's no flip-flopping or wavering allowed, not with that kind of period at the end of the sentence. And he was already cheating (cheating? I think you have to be more serious than they were to call it cheating) on her anyway, last friday actually. One the same couch I was trying, unsuccessfully, to pass out on while battling the dry heaves. Errrgggh... That just makes me nauseous. The sounds of other people kissing have got to be among the worst and most unneccessary sounds that one could possibly hear. Errrgggh...