Another saying, just for fun.

You know that one: "Practice makes perfect"? Well, if that were true, I should be the perfect date by now.

Yes, things ended with the Jerk, obviously. I don't consider myself a masochist (or enough of one) to keep it up with a guy that just puts me down. I think I deserve to be with someone that is crazy about me. Who cannot wait to be with me and tell me all about his awful (or great, whatever. Some people are lucky and I can deal) day at work. Who calls me in the middle of the day just to say hi. This last guy didn't do any of those things and I still went out with him for almost three months. Why? Because he said all the right things. Do note that I wrote "say". Not "did". Because yes, he knew what to say to make things nice and fluffy when we were together. The problem was, we were not together often.

I know my therapist will probably blame me for this breakup, and he might have a point. Or maybe two. But I admit I do need a bit more attention from the guy I'm seeing. Does that make me high maintenance? Maybe. Do I care? Not really.

Also, the Jerk brought up the breakup discussion via text messaging. Of course this doesn't surprise me that much, considering the guy was apparently telephonically impaired. This only adds insult to the injury. Guys, if you are going to bring the breakup subject up, at least have the decency (read: balls) to take me out for coffee and have this discussion in person. What is it with guys? Really. Or maybe (just maybe) they fear that should they bring this up with me being physically in the room I will go into crazy-psycho-bitch-mode and grab the closest plastic knife and stab them with it in the eye? To be perfectly honest, I cannot deny the fact that such thought has actually crossed my mind... Kidding.

Anyway. No biggie. I already have a date with another guy I don't even like on Thursday, just to keep the practicing up to speed.