Ive found closure in the fact that the guy you met online didn't work out for you. I'd also like you to stop calling and texting me repeatidly, because I don't want to hang out like "old times". Oh yeah, the old times when you weren't currently boning someone, which were the only times you ever wanted to hang out. And yeah, I was interested. The few sober afternoons we walked and talked were awesome, but I guess I always had the lame idea that you shouldn't sleep with women who are too drunk to walk. So everytime you dragged some dude home from the bar, boned him for a few weeks, you would forget about me and I would be hurt. And then it inevitably wouldn't work out, and you would be back at my door with vodka and a sob story. Well, this time I've learned my lesson. It's 2010, and I've decided to grow a pair. You're almost 30. Get your shit together. And no, there's no one else, so please stop calling my other female friends "hoes" because I actualy can enjoy a relaxing drama free evening with them. Guys from the bar? I could understand that the second or third time, but online? Suit yourself, because I'm done. Afterall, there's "plenty of fish in the sea", and someday I'll find one who isn't so fucked in the head!
---Not over it, but laughing.