A random article that caught my attention on Fidz's table. I was just laughing my ass off so hard at this one. Man, this is just weird. I'm normally not one for lamers. Somebody knock sense into me.



Light-heartedness aside, an ex called me now. Lets just call her B. I don't know and don't care whether she reads this, but I'll tell the whole wide world that I tolerated B's nonsense for ages now. I'm absolutely phlegmatic to her whining. But tonight, I was tolerant again once more. But sooner or later, she's gonna find out the hard way that I don't do exes. I don't believe in reconciliation. We broke simply because it wasn't right. That's just as simple as it gets. Why don't some people comprehend that forever is nothing at age 21? Why should I tie down myself to anyone except God?

B: Its been 2 years *(a fake value, sorry, i can't disclose the identity) since we broke up.
Jon: Uh huh. So? Any new targets?
B: No, its your fault. You set the benchmark way to high.
Jon: I take it as a compliment then, thanks.
B: No, I can't get anyone else and its because of you.
Jon: Er... okay. I'm a big bastard anyway. Surely there are nicer suave men out there.
B: No, you were the best.
Jon: This is getting no where. Saying I was the best means nothing to me.
B: You still think of me don't you?
Jon: I guess.
B: That's good, I know you still like me.
Jon: Er... No, B. I don't like you.
B: But you think of me.
Jon: Well, I also think of the devil and how I can overcome him.
B: So, you really don't love me huh?
Jon: This was said and done 2 years ago.
B: Please?
Jon: Please what?
B: Can we meet up?
Jon: No, you'd lose control like last time and get all touchy. You really need to look forward and forget about me. Why not you think of the times I was such a bastard, you'll feel better.
B: You're not a bastard.
Jon: Fuck lah, don't piss me off.
B: Hey, you cussed.
Jon: So? You made me do it.
B: Fine, when you eventually ask me out, then just call me.
Jon: I won't ask you out don't worry. Just get over me. I'm not worth it.
B: Can't.
Jon: Too bad, I'm definitely not returning. Like 200%. Your chances are zero understand.
B: (starts crying)
Jon: kaneenabeichaocheebye (of course I didn't say that, I just shut up)
B: Bye than... its no use talking to you.
Jon: Correct, its no use, even if you were in your undies.

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Felt a bit bad, I was after all a bit harsh I reckon. I don't know, how can your be soft to someone who just doesn't get it? Time and again I explain and explain, and I faced with the same old shit all the time. Don't get me wrong, the ladies who know me will stand up and say Jon is a Ladies Man.

Gimme a break. And ladies, if you need a date, send in your resumes. I'm right up for it. I'm looking for the attractive type, the capable, amibitious, in-your-face type. If you are asinine (or basically STUPID), then stuff it. Don't bother.

That said, I've been on a couple of dates recently. Even though I don't show it, I'm quite honestly disgusted at what I'm seeing. I don't even ask for much, just intellectual conversation. Is that so hard?

I'm thinking of turning gay soon.