I’ve done something that I hadn’t written about. Mainly because of the mocking that would ensure if I had written it down. The time has come. Remember back at the beginning of the month when I saw Mr. Yellow Mustang? What I declined to mention was that we ended up back at his house, naked, sweaty and out of breath. I promptly got dressed, got out of there, and didn’t pick up the phone when he called me a few days later to see if I wanted to “get together”.
It’s been almost a month, and for the last 2 weeks there’s been a. . .um. . .let’s just say that it burns when I pee and it itches. This morning when I launched my work email from him, there was a message:
Hey, Catherinette. How r u? i tried to call u a fewe times. i was realy hoping to talk with you about this over the phone butt you haven’t returned my calls. i went to the the dr and he says i have gonorrea. u should probably get tested.
He went on to talk about stupid crap like whether I was going to be at the next volunteer event on Sunday (uh, no), and if I had made any summer vacation plans yet. Yeah, great. Listen, thanks for letting me know that I chose to hit it with someone with the clap. No, really. Happy New Year to you and thanks for all the chit chat. Seriously, I hate you.
I picked the wrong f’ing week to stop f*ing swearing.
Just freaking kidding! Come on now, don’t you think I’d totally tell you if I had gotten some?? Happy first of April. I know there are probably 4 of you that fell for this and the rest of you were on to me. Know what? I don’t care. As long as someone fell for it I’m happy.
