
This is where not being me becomes hard to understand, but being me is very easy to understand. I think I lose readers in the process.
I just looked at the mail. Not angry, but surprised. We have a rule; one night stands are OK, but anything else is a 'no no'. Seeing her put all this effort into a mail to appeal to some other dude made me really disappointed. I don't care about the other dude, I care about her putting in all that effort to look cute to another dude when she doesn't usually do it for me. Ideally, she should reluctantly hook up with another dude, then think, "Shit this guy doesn't match me as well as my BF." Not be spending her free time try to line up some guy!
I got up and just left my house and went walking in no particular direction, listening to some Indian mandala chanting music on my ipod. I started thinking about the future and how things will be different not having a GF. Being free and available to do whatever, anytime. Not having to write phone messages all the time would be nice. But not having someone to talk to and feel comfortable with, someone who understands me well and accepts my quirky nature could be hard to deal.
My head was spiraling for about 3 hours while my GF was calling me non-stop, with me ignoring all calls. Eventually I sent a message telling her that she fucked up with the mail, and I wasn't

I fucked up so hard. On many levels. Seriously. I met her and she was nearly in tears, really angry and just started hitting me, but I held her tight until we both calmed down, in the middle of a busy street while a small crowd gathered.....
We are all good now.
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