Two weeks ago the Huffington Post wrote about this”epic breakup letter.” I gave it a read, and gave a cheer for the lady that wrote her feelings and let the guy have it. I also wondered why she dated such a dud, but then I remembered I have been there. Many times. So no judgement here.
I used to always be the nice girl, the one that took the high road and didn’t say anything to the jerks because they didn’t deserve any more attention. Until I dated a guy that blocked my number.
I met him at a bar after a boat show. He worked for a company that did repairs on boats and his boss was a French Canadian that was just as excited to get his employee drunk as he was to try to get him laid.
We made out a little bit, but he did not come home with me. I was on a girl’s night and I wasn’t ditching my friend. We set up a lunch date for that week. The lunch date was good, more making out and we set up another date for the next week.
We flirted by text that night. But nothing out of ordinary or offensive. I didn’t talk to him for a few days and dropped him a casual text to say hello. And I got a weird error message.
So I tried again. Same thing. Then I called because I thought it was my phone.
Nope. My number had been BLOCKED.
Say what? This seemed like a completely unreasonable reaction after a date and flirty text conversation.
So either the guy was a total asshole that didn’t want a second date. Or perhaps he was married/engaged/in a serious relationship and the girl found out he was dating someone else.
Whatever the situation was, blocking my number took effort- like logging into your phone account and putting my number in and hitting the block button.
I wasn’t letting this go easily. I waited a day or two and really thought about what I wanted to say. I called from my roommates phone and left a message to say there was no need to block my number. He was obviously so far away from a mature adult I wouldn’t want to waste my time with him. I called him a douchebag and I hung up.
God that felt good. It was great to let an asshole know he’s an asshole. In case there was any doubt.
What’s your epic breakup story? Have you ever really told someone off? Let’s hear it!