Last Sunday I received an email from Manwhore. It said, “I’m in Mississippi…You wanna see me tonight?” Two hours later when I had not replied, he sent me another email. It said, “You could at least email me back…my number is ***-***-**** now…new number.” I still did not reply.
How is it that a man, barely married six months, can so easily cheat on his wife – the so-called “love of his life”? Well, I know how. He’s a douche-bag of epic proportions. Actually I’m very proud of myself for even saying that. There was a time when I was in total denial about that, but no more. Also, I’m not trying to harp on Manwhore, or keep dredging up the past, but when he refuses to stop contacting me it becomes difficult.
Since he decided to be a cheating whoring dick and email me last weekend, I checked out his Facebook profile. Of course I was not surprised by what I found. Two weeks ago he posted, “I just wanna tell my wife that I Love Her and Miss her so much…I can’t wait till June 5th when you get moved down in our New House…” That is just a prime example of Manwhore being his true self. Telling his wife how much he loves & misses her one day, and then trying to fuck me the next. God only knows how many women he’ll fuck before June 5th.
Should I feel sorry for her? Nope. Why not? Because she knows exactly what kind of lying cheating whore he is, and yet she still married him. Who knows? Maybe she’s the same way and is just as much of a whore as he is. Nah…she’s just a gold-digger.
I’m not sure what the point of this point started out being, but I started it one morning this past week and now it’s Saturday morning and I’ve lost my train of thought. Mainly because I just got some great news this week. I got a callback for that job that I interviewed for on Tuesday! Yay! They asked me to come back in this coming Tuesday to interview with the managers. Sounds to me like I’ve actually got a chance of getting the job.
Also, after my interview last Tuesday, I went and looked at an apartment that is only one block away from that company’s office! It would be so perfect. I could walk to work, and it’s just my style…a little bohemian mixed with a little urban, oh, and it’s right above the bar/restaurant where Teacher performs a lot! How perfect is that! LOL
Today I’m at work counting down the hours until Teacher comes to whisk me away. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about Bossman. Last weekend he had a motorcycle accident and has been in the hospital all week. He’s home now, but he’s still recovering from a lot of broken bones. I have no idea when he’ll be able to come back to work. I’m glad he’s going to recover, but unfortunately his accident and recovery time is going to make my leaving even more difficult. It’s not going to hinder my leaving; it will just make me feel a little guilty leaving my job knowing that they are going to be short-handed. However, I can’t pass up an opportunity this good, and I sure as hell am not going to miss out on being with Teacher and on getting that apartment.
So hopefully by next week I’ll be able to give you some great news about the job and the apartment. So keep your fingers, toes & penises crossed for me!