Sweet Diana. The ex is going crazy again.
Every once in awhile he starts this like, week-long calling frenzy with me.
We were together for three years, lived in cities 30 minutes apart from each other.
Whatev.
He tells me shit like, "Please come back to me. I can't fuckin find no girls to replace you. I never knew a girl that was pretty and hella smart like you, you've said the most beautiful shit to meblablabla."
I don't believe him, not a word from his mouth reigns true to this blogette. He's stuck on the fact that after three years the idiot, I didn't want to retire my maidenhood to him. Stuck on the fact that the Viking stole my life's virtue after only 5 months.(I'm such a whore, I know).
Whatever, the bastard thinks me simple! What kind of 'fiance' turns off his cell phone, and goes MIA for three months with no word? The phallically weak kind.
I want to be honest about this though :
I enjoy these phonecalls.
There is a certain kind of fun to be had when rubbing the perceived perfection of my Master in The Ole' Ex's face. Even if by 'perceived perfection' I predominantly mean He has a nice job, knows how to go down like The God, (I dunno, I've always imagined The God gave the best head EVAR to The Goddess. Sue me!) and doesn't slap me in the face. (Booty good, face bad.)+