I have got to do something about Christy.
On my birthday, I received a flood of congratulatory comments on my Myspace profile. I returned the favor, thanking everybody in the same manner. About an hour after the comments had been sent, I received an email from Christy.
She was upset because I had commented in everyone's profile but hers. I sent her a response: hit the "refresh" button.
She called me two minutes later, asking about a friend on my myspace profile. The friend in question had left me a comment about meeting for drinks.
"David, her profile says she's in a relationship. Is that with you?"
"Jesus, Christy, she has a boyfriend. She's a friend. What's gotten into you?"
"Well, you never leave me comments on myspace. You never left me a comment on my birthday."
"I was WITH you on your birthday. Comments are for people I don't usually see or talk to. I've known Len for 34 years. I never leave him comments. You take Myspace waaaay to seriously."
I've told Christy that I see other people. Now she's putting me in a position of having to justify myself. I don't like it. Not only that, but I feel a little......stalked. It's harmless, everyone does it, it's like googling someone, I know, but I just don't like the direction in which her jealousy is heading. It may be time to end things with Christy.
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Now is not the time to start keeping pet rabbits. Just a thought.
Christy is tame compared to some of the women I've dated this year. See My Biggest Dating Blunder this Year. The rabbits would've been boiled long before this.
Oh, jealousy of the internet-stalking sort is never attractive. I think it may be time to let this one fly, fly away.
Oh, my. I'm willing to share my "Flypaper for Freaks" status with you if you'd like.
You realize that when you dump her that she will turn to me for answers and I don't think I'll be able to answer them with much tact.
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