What She Came For by Franz Ferdinand

So I was seeing a Piercer, a man I saw across a crowded room and thought to myself "Inside me, he can get."  I went to his table where he sat alone and picked his brain for what felt like were HOURS but was really like an hour and a half... Maybe two.  Whatever.  Anyway, after my friends yanked me out of said establishment, I said Goodbye to my Marlboro-smoking would-be-lover and for the rest of the night bemoaned over Jack and Cokes how I had not given him my number and would thusly never see him again.

UNTIL A WEEK LATER I WAS LIKE FUCK THAT SHIT THAT BOY GON GET INSIDE THESE DRAWS

I called his tattoo/piercing shop kind of hoping they'd say such a man did not work there and had lied to me and was tehrefore not worthy of the draws but unfortunately the man who answered said "Oh Steve? He's right here, one second" and within seconds my lost-would-be-lover was breathing on the same line as I was! Nervously, I gave the whole "...never done this before but you're special" song and dance (which is true, I hadn't and he was, but I acknowledge the fact EVERY GIRL says this at one point in her life, true or not) and gave him my number. 

The next day we went on a fantastic long date: ate, drank, sparked up, smoked wit ciggawetz, saw The Rum Diary and hugged.   We went on 3 more dates before I decided I could let him in Club Lori without regret and it was AWESOME. So awesome.

Honestly, it'd been three years since the last clubgoer but still, it was an awesome good time.

Two more good times later, he's stopped texting. Mind you, this quasi-relationship was about a month long and flooded with text messages of even the most asinine topic.  I mean, he was texting me shit at 3am and "I just woke up" texts at 3pm.  This dude was constantly talking.

Now?  It's been 2 weeks since I've spoken to him.  Granted, he's spent the last 4 days on a trip to Michigan that I knew was coming BUT he also visited West Virginia earlier in the "relationship" yet still maintained contact.

I don't really have a point to this post but to re-hash some bullshit and end with a very Emo "I'm so hurt" gif.

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I CAN'T EVEN FIND A GOOD .GIF TO PROPERLY ARTICULATE MY HURT FEELINGS

Fuck the Internet, ok.

Seriously though I am hurt.  I liked him - really REALLY liked him - but he doesn't even miss me. How can you not miss me, dude? Didn't we spend hours playing Space Invaders (even though it was because I could not stop dying)?  Didn't we have fun making fun of Justin Timberlake's scream-sobbing in In Time?

I've already deleted his number and all our texts but I still miss him.

out of sight DOES NOT EQUAL out of mind. Whomever came up with that math DOES NOT UNDERSTAND real mathematics.

I hope you enjoy my use of CAPS-lock.

Thank you.

Now fuck off.