Did I Shave My Legs For This?

Text message received at 5:31 PM - "I can't hang out tonight, I'm really sorry"

At least make up a lie of a reason why:

• I'm not feeling well
• My friends from out of town surprised me
• Car broke down
• Hang nail 

Truly, any of those would have at least made me feel like even though I was getting fucked, at least he had the consideration to use a little spit.

 When did my life become an episode of Sex and the City?

 

He broke up with me on a Post-It.  "I'm sorry.  I can't.  Don't hate me -"

Now is the time to start finding and focusing on things wrong with him:  like how he kindof looked like Buzz Lightyear.

And how when he used the acronym "OMG" in capital letters in a text message, I thought to myself, are you some chick on a VH1 reality series?  Also, he likes chardonnay.  I have now determined that a man drinking chardonnay is unforgivably egregious and reprehensible.
 
Nevermind the fact that I am crestfallen and feel like an idiot, or the fabulous new BCBG sweater I purchased for the occasion - tomorrow is another day...and tonight I'll be out drinking with my girlfriends.