tarragon

Update on the being dumped situation:

I emailed him back saying I wasnt very impressed with the situation and he really should have told me before introducing me to all his friends that he didnt feel things were going to work out.

His response was the epitome of male tact. He changed his story to say that he didnt think I was his type and had known that for a while.

Well, shucks, I'm so glad you didnt go into the diplomatic core. We were shagging like rabbits for three weeks and all the time you didnt think I was your type???

At this point I stopped being hurt and started feeling REALLY FUCKING HURT and not a little pissed off.

Still, I didnt study A Level English for nothing. Lord Byron would have been proud of my reply to that one. He is now wracked with guilt and shitting a brick about my imminent trip to his house to drop off the stuff he left at my flat. I plan to just dump it in a box on his doorstep but he doesnt know that. I really cant be arsed with a confrontation but I'm going to let him sweat for a couple of days that that is what he's going to get.

I dont bear grudges for long because by and large I still care about all the guys I've dated even if they have had their arsehole moments, but I'm making sure he learns a lesson from this. I may get my heart stomped on more than is strictly fair but I still have a few claws left.