If Ugly Betty can win a "Blobby" and a young woman can reach Julia Child through her blog, then I can call on karma! This... is my story. I won't drown you in self-pity, and I'm not bragging, but I do need your help. I am (and I don't necessarily think this a good thing), I truly am, the epitome of too nice. Do I want you to help make me more mean? Well, that's a good start, but truly I want reach someone/anyone who might get a laugh from my tale. I want to hear stories like my own. I want your advice when I'm about to make a big mistake. I want good things to come from this blog, because I need to believe that karma will work it all out. I don't want to change, but I do need to figure out a way to make this a positive part of who I am.
It all started in fifth grade when the boy I was dating dumped me in history class. Ok, not really. I guess it all starts today. My past is this: user, abusers, and most recently a fiance who lied about his sexuality. You got it. I had the ring, I was picking dresses, and it was only a few months away, when by Facebook chat (you read that right) my insignificant other decided to inform me about his bisexuality after a year of dating. I haven't seen him since, and I know that's for the best.
Here's a fun fact to get you going. This "other," let's call him Mo, still claims that he hasn't lied. Why? Well, we did meet online. After the last debacle (we'll get into that another time) I decided I'd at least give the online thing a brief chance. As Mo says, he wasn't dishonest in the least. In fact, there was no "box" to check bisexual on eHarmony, and therefore he never lied to me and was never in the wrong.
That's enough of Mo for now. Let's get to the good stuff. I want your advice. Where do I go from here? Paint his car pink? Put his picture in my toilet? Pretend he never existed? Find a date? If so, how? Let me know what you think.