Thursday, 12 February 2009

  • An Open Letter to The Guy I'm Over

    Dear A,

    Do you know what's the most rehearsed sentence I’ve heard from my friends lately? HE'S NO GOOD FOR YOU.

    To tell you the truth, my friends never really liked you. It's taken me all this time to find truth in what they were saying, but I finally did. Your partying ways may have been all the rage in high school, but you're an adult now. Grow the hell up. No one wants to see you sleep with your beer bong and go skinnydipping anymore.

    The scary thing is, I always knew you were going to revert back to your old self. You had a pretty idealistic view of yourself, and that was the image you were hoping I'd see. So when you saw another attractive woman pass by, you'd secretly check her out, hoping that I wouldn't notice.

    Um, hello. I'm a girl. We have eyes in the back of our heads. If you do something that's going to piss us off, we will find out and you will be grilled. I deserve someone who's going to respect me enough to only check other girls out when I'm not there. (Come on, I wasn't born yesterday)

    And please, having to deal with the two of you is more than I'm willing to juggle. When I say 'the two of you', I mean you and your ego. Yes, your ego is so huge that it deserves recognition as a single object. You're more willing to leave me stranded on a mountain of barbed wire and toss me a cell phone than go in there and get me out yourself.

    I know, it's your hair. You don't want to mess it up. God knows your entire purpose is built on it.

    But I guess what bothers me most is that you're always walking in and out of my life. You've somehow managed to gain this twisted understanding that I'm always going to take you back. It pains me a little to say this because I know it's my fault. I allowed you to do that. Sure, I'd scream and sulk for a few days, but after some thoughtful persuasion and charm, you've gotten back into my good books again.

    I'm better than this. I have guys literally lining up to be with me and I can have any one of them I want. People have always told me I'm beautiful but I somehow stopped believing that when you stepped into the picture. I'm not blaming you for that because I know it's my own issue. But I know now that I'm better than I give myself credit for.

    I'm smart - I write part time for one of the most reputable newspapers in the country and I'm only 21. I have two university qualifications under my belt and one more to go. I'm way more fit than you'll ever be, you couch potato. I dance more gracefully than you do and I have better hair.

    I know your self-esteem just plummeted to zero and your ego just took a serious hit. Don't worry, that's what happens when you delude yourself into thinking that you're God's gift to women. 

    Sincerely,

    M.

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