The Douchebag Wake-Up Call

To Jess - I'm so sorry about your Saturday night - and I wish I had seen the massacre of the single scene that apparently showed itself to you last night.

But no - instead, I was a bad Playette and was going to spend my night in, when, to my surprise, a good friend of mine, C (yes, I stole the idea from Jess, get over yourselves!) - well, she calls me and invites me to join her in some very VIP box seats for a Hockey game! Can you believe it?! The box was probably shared with like 20 or some odd people and we had our OWN bar!!! And I ate sushi!! SUSHI at a hockey game VIP box seat! I felt like royalty.

But the end night soon ended and I was home by 11. I went online for a while and did some chatting. I started falling asleep at the keys and being that I had Sunday school in the morning, I went to bed. But no - the nightmare never ends!! I was so rudely awakened by a text message from Mr. Miserable professing how much he misses me! I mean, come on!!! Please!!!

What a day for that to happen! I had been missing my romantic situation all day, when this tragedy strikes! Needless to say, I shouted, "leave me alone!" to the darkness and cried myself to sleep. Not because I miss him, but because I know it'll be years until I find someone with whom I can have that kind of comfortable relationship.

Today, though, has been better!

Till next time - don't be playette hatin'!

Joanna