fuck my life.

March 27, 2008

Text to Ex [Monday]: Hi, Ben! I really miss you. Do you want to get together before break is over?

Ex Text [Monday]: Beth, I’ve been wanting to see you for awhile. I’ll call you up.

Ex Text [Tuesday]: By the way from your Facebook pictures I can see that you look really good. I like your short hair.

Text to Ex [Tuesday]: Thanks. Hopefully all that cafeteria food hasn’t ruined your abs ;-)

Ex Text [Tuesday]: No, they’re still here if you’d like to see them.

Text to Ex [Wednesday]: When do you want to meet up?

Ex Text [Wednesday]: Soon, soon.

Text to Ex [Wednesday]: Ok, I’ll talk to you later, BDF.

Ex Text [Thursday]: BDF? No, just plain Ben ——.

Text to Plain Ben [Thursday]: ….I thought you were my ex-boyfriend this whole time.

Plain Ben [Thursday]: Oh…

Plain Ben [Thursday]: Do you still want to hang out though?

Plain Ben is a creeper from college and has the same name as my ex. When he’s drunk he tells my friends that he imagines me naked. I have ruined my spring break. How could anyone be this dumb?

2 Responses to “fuck my life.”

  1. logorrheic. Says:

    ha. niiiice. i’ve done similar before. when trying to contact my brother, i ended up calling this creepy guy who was stalking me

  2. ashley Says:

    Oh no! That’s awful. I would simply take him out of my phone. Ugh.

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