What the hell...Unfriended?

As I sit here on this shuttle bus back to Salem, trying to hold down my lunch, I’m wondering what the hell happened.

The firefighter and I are no more. For once, I was actually the dumper. When I got home Wednesday night (after one hell of an experience at PDX), one of the first things out of my mother’s mouth was concerning FF and all of his “red flags”. Apparently, being the gossiping elementary school teacher she is, my mother went to everyone telling them all about FF. And, according to her, everyone was freaking out and worried about me.

Now, to be completely honest, I’m not sure whether or not the cancer story is/was real. Yet, as a wise guy friend pointed out, every male has a terminal illness at one point in his dating life in order to cover the insecurities of losing a gal. Low, yes, but I guess I can understand. My problem is the fact there are so many inconsistencies in all of his stories, and I’ve been a bit sceptical about it all for a while now. When I found out that the scepticism was not just me doing a solo dance, that was it.

So I broke up with him. The actual reason was that he was sort of sketching me out at the moment, but I just told him that I just wasn’t ready for another long distance, serious relationship (which really, I’m not). He gets upset, but I didn’t realize to what extent until the next morning.

He “unfriended” me. On Myspace.

And not only did he unfriend me, his buddy who I used to work with followed suit.

Now I’m thinking wow, you’re kidding right? Not even my old buddy David unfriended me after I “ruined his life again” and he responded by threatening to kill me. I honestly don’t care though, it seems quite a bit petty and insane to unfriend a girl after she breaks up with you because she “can’t handle commitment at the moment.”

Needless to say, I’m done. No more stressing over crazy guys, immature assholes, or mixed signals. I’m single, so whatever happens, happens.

Oh boy, this is gonna be good.