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Thursday, August 03, 2006
begrudgingly
If I have anything to say about it, this will be the last wasted post on Robby, scouts honor.
Today I've vowed to break up with him, even if I don't think we were ever dateing in the first place. I'm going to do it the mean, wimpy way too; with an e-mail. It's bad, I know it would be better to call him, but I just don't see myself being able to call him up and going through with the unpleasantness. As soon as he answers the phone, he'll be so happy and twitterpated that I will back down and just pretend I called him to see how he was doing. I hate confrontation!
So yeah I was just now about to send the message along, but I noticed that I had three unread from him. The contents of one are disturbing, and I wanted to share them:
*~So the dream I had last night was crazy wierd...it had you as a model and me as a....I don't know what I was, but I was like an assistant...and I actually came to see you in Miami, and it was wierd cause there weren't many laws so I had to protect you a lot cause you were so beautiful, and it was crazy awesome....then somehow we got into some fight about me liking the show you just did so much that you wouldn't want to do a different type...but ironically I was invited to go to your next show in Paris which was kick ass...heh honestly it reminded me of Devil Wears Prada, but with me as the main character....I was confused!!!~*
What's he's saying here is that I'm so beautiful and untouchable that not even he is at my level, yet I have allowed him to be my assistant/bodygaurd. And what the big thing about us fighting?? It's almost like he's dreamt I'm this huongo bitch, like the 'devil wears prada' reference, but it doesn't matter cause I'm a gorguos model. You see what I mean about this guy seeing me as a completely different thing than what I am? He ignores what I saw and takes it to mean what he wants. That's just not for me.
Now all I have to come to terms with is that everyone he knows will hate me. This shouldn't bother me too much, not like I know them at all, but that doesn't mean I like having people think of me as a teasing skank that toys with men's hearts. If only they knew the whole story.
Ok, say goodbye to whiny robby-related posts. I'm off to break up with the little weirdo.
-paige