Scared Bunny

I have to say, if I ran an online magazine, and I wrote articles about other web sites for this magazine, I would take it as a very bad sign if so few people read the magazine that nobody actually bothered to click the links I provided. Not to be a dick or anything, but some of you guys send me more readers than that magazine did. And this was the story in the prime spot on their front page. I kind of feel sorry for them because I can tell the spent a lot of time and money on that fucker. OK, I lied. I don’t really feel sorry for them.

I also have to wonder about a movie that really fucks up the sync between the sound and the picture and decides the best way to address this issue is to add subtitles. They had the money for a real cast. They’ve got Danny Aiello, Gary Oldman and even a young Natalie Portman. They did not, however, have any money to hire a decent sound engineer. OK, that is kind of a lie. It was made for France, even though the actors all speak English. All I know is that the fucking subtitles are more annoying than the fact the mouths are moving at a different pace than the words. My guess is they figured that, since the French audiences would be busy looking at the subtitles, they figured they’d never notice the mouth thing. Clearly the French audiences are not very observant.

Meanwhile, back at the blog, something interesting happened. You may remember the girl I was dating that readers kept warning me away from that I dated anyway. Then she lied to me and I found out. Well, she figured out I knew she was lying without me ever saying anything, so everything just kind of ended without me having to confront her. On one hand having a mess just go away is a nice change. On the other hand, the sex was really good. But I guess some things don’t just go away simply.

Some of you may have noticed that I removed this blog from my profile and also made the link on Scary Personals (The greatest site for pictures people submit for their personal ad that should result in their remaining dateless for eternity) a lot less prominent. I did that so I could show her that blog more safely without her just ending up here before I could explain it to her. That was dumb because somehow she found the blog after we were done. I actually wondered if she had based on a comment that was made and then deleted and. Yeah, it was her.

The weird thing is that it still didn’t result in any drama. I have to say that I find that just amazing. I would have expected my telling the story would have caused her to freak out. But instead she just made a comment that didn’t really say anything, and that was it. In a way that is almost more frightening. It’s like a time bomb waiting to go off. Now, this isn’t really different from any other exes, which have been proven to be time bombs. But this is another one of those instances where I could accidentally trigger the explosion.

Normally the way it works for me is this. I break up with a woman when she eventually goes away I don’t think about her for a long time until, suddenly, she pops in to my head and the next thing I know she is calling, texting, emailing or showing up on my doorstep. (The fact I know it is going to happen and then it does is really kind of scary.) Now I have one that might read something here and get triggered to make an appearance in my life.

Because of that I have been pondering what to say, or if I should even let it affect what I write. On one hand, I am really happy that things seem to have just ended without any explosion or police involvement. Also, as near as I can tell nothing is missing from my house, and my bank account is intact. I would say that she never did any physical damage, but that would be a lie. Like I have said, there are stories I didn’t tell. Not bad stories, just stories I haven’t told.

But I decided not to worry about it. I figure that if she keeps reading, and something sets her off, I’ll deal with it. If that is what she’s like, it will happen eventually anyway. Hell, there is one ex that a certain psycho bitch kept emailing telling I was writing about her. Since she is one I have never written about I can only assume that someone wanted to cause trouble. With people like that there really isn’t anything you can do because eventually something will set them off. Hell, you would be amazed at people who think something is about them when it isn’t. Yet, when it is about them, they have no idea. I actually like it when a crazy chick thinks it’s about her when it’s not. That kind of confirms my belief in their nuttiness.

So I will continue my almost completely uncensored tales of dating disasters. And if I get killed, it’s all your fault.

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