Okay, so. I’ve mentioned on Twitter & my MBM FB page that I’d had lunch a few times with this guy who turned out to be a gigantic asshole. He made inappropriate comments while we were out to lunch once, then he sent me a few text messages I wasn’t too thrilled with. I decided to just try ignoring his texts at first because I thought if I didn’t engage, he’d get the hint and leave me alone.
Not so much…. Sadly…
THEN I went to Cancun for the weekend with my ECB for her birthday. I came back to daily text messages. DAILY. I finally responded with “What??”. At this point, guy demanded to know where’d I’d been and why I hadn’t been answering him. I stated I’d been out of town. He then demanded to know why I hadn’t spent my hard earned money for $1.99 or so per text (or more) texting him back. I didn’t even text TWH on this trip y’all!! I shelled out $30 for interwebz for 5 days so I could email him but texts were NOT happening. Asshole guy responds with “I rank higher than your husband and am well worth the money. Remember I’m your boss and I pay your salary”. Oh yeah, he was a client. WAS.
Mother fucker crossed a line. He didn’t just cross a line, he slid across like it was his JOB then jumped up, dusted himself off, looked around at his new digs in Whatthefucklandia and declared himself The Asshole King.
I was DONE. Which is pretty much what I told him. I send back “Are you trying to be a dick or do you think you’re actually funny. If it’s the first one, you’re doing a bang-up job. If it’s the second one, you’re failing miserably. Either way, I’m 500% done with your bullshit and I think it’s time for you to stop texting me”.
I think he got the message.
Breaking up is hard to do my ass. It’s surprisingly simple, depending on how pissed you are.