The Past Should Stay There.

Last night was my grand finale in midtown - I am no longer going to be a resident there. Tear. So in order to celebrate, All-American* and I hit the town with Moses* in order to celebrate our last night sharing a bedroom. Waterworks!

We decided to visit every douchebag bar in midtown, it seemed only fitting. At the douchebaggiest of them all, we left after a bud light to go play darts. (It's a new thing apparently). I received a text shortly thereafter - "How was {insert dbag bar's name here}?" Uhhh. Creeptastic. So I responded with, "It's an awful place. Who is this?"

Here are the actual texts that followed. I shit you not.

him: 1 hint. it involves yellow flowers.

me: jesus.

him: Greg

me: not sure who Greg is but if you were there you must be a creep

him: no, not at all. we walked in an out. and greg is the guy you came over and had dinner with at his apt, sent u flower to work. thanks.

me: oh right.

him: yea i never knew sending flowers was a way to make a girl not like you. you flew by wearing some white dress or something, always looking cute.

me: i hate affection, bad trait.

him: silly it is. never again now. is that why you disappeared or did you just not like me?

me: don't recall. i see lots of guys. i am young and silly.

him: crazy gal. then next week i'm taking you out and letting you be silly.

me: no thanks.

him: ok. have fun.

Now if you new readers are unaware of who this might be - it's penthouse greg. Please see the archives to catch up and then you'll better understand these texts. I was so not into him and he was way into me. There are obivously lots of lies being told here - I obviously remembered who he was and I was definitely being a little rude. But I like to think he finally got closure after I dropped off the face of the planet.