or “Why the flying space monkeys did I ever even think about macking on a 27 year old???”
Why did you delete me from MySpace?
I want nothing but to be your friend, I swear. I am so over my stupid infatuation with you, honestly. But now I feel like you’re just playing games with me. The other day when I had finally had enough and asked you about the cold shoulder I’ve been getting from you since the new year started you said that there’s nothing wrong, but you still hardly talk to me…and now this.
The only reason I requested that you add me was that Sarge said that you were his MySpace friend. Hell, I never even go on MySpace anymore. So you added me and now two days later I find that both myself AND Sarge have been deleted. It’s one thing that you’re playing this passive aggressive shit with me, but I get the same treatment as Sarge? Thanks, can I have a little more salt for that wound?
Maybe you think I’m just another creepy dude that has the hots for you, but I have been nothing but loyal to you.
Who stood by you when you thought crazy cake lady was going to come back to the bakery and make you cry?
Who has been wearing the yellow ribbon button and praying for your brother in Iraq every day?
Who offered to help you when your Mama was in the hospital last week? If you think I did all that just because I want to get in your pants then you never really knew me at all.
I admit that I made God’s own fool of myself with you and I’m sorry about that. If I could do things over I would, but believe me that part of my life is over. Not that it matters to you but I’ve started seeing somebody that I met online. If we ever talked anymore I would have told you about her. But that doesn’t stop me from missing our friendship, such as it was.
I know you won’t respond to this, and I’ll never bring it up again unless you do. If at some point you decide that you want to talk things out, my door is open to you. Aside from that I’ll be friendly and professional with you for as long as we work together and I hope that you’ll extend the same courtesy to me.
Note to my fervent readers: I may have overstated the thing about me seeing someone. I have been in contact with a woman I met on OK Cupid (she’s 40 thank God!) and let’s just say that we’re still in the e-mailing phase, but Sprinkles doesn’t need to know that.
Oh, and I may actually send a somewhat less angry version of this message to her on MySpace. Which would make the title misleading, but wasn’t that a great Moody Blues song?