The end of the line

Dear David,

Hey, it's Kat. So, I just thought I'd take the oppurtunity to tell you everything I didn't get to tell you on Wednesday evening - either because I didn't want to come across as undignified or a world-class bitch, or because I went offline before I could say anymore.

So, you've "dumped" me. Before we even had sex, which makes it even more laughable. If you really wanted (needed?) to get laid as badly as you said, wouldn't it have made more sense to meet up on Saturday for one last fling before chasing after your ex? I wouldn't have said no - maybe cos I hadn't wised up yet.
Sounds like your ex has. No matter how much I disliked the idea of her, I have to admit, she's a smart lady. You PROPOSE to her, and then you fuck her off because you're "not ready for a relationship." Despite being 30. And PROPOSING. Please. This is MARRIAGE you're talking about - can you really not understand why she's confused and ignoring you? She must've been so hurt. I mean, christ, if someone tells you they're not ready for a relationship after suggesting MARRIAGE, it seems to suggest there's some other reason. And you effectively told her you'd rather be SINGLE than be with her. Fucking OUCH. I can't blame her. I can't blame her at ALL. You really are a royal cunt. No wonder she's ignoring you.

Then, after all that, you turn around and say you want her back/want to be friends. Fuck me, no wonder she doesn't want to talk to you. You're nothing but a spineless mass of contradictions, aren't you? I suggest you bloody well sort things out in your own head first next time, before embarking on marriage, or proposing a fuck-buddy arrangement. Because you've now got TWO women who hate your guts and are ignoring you. Congratulations, dickhead!! Now you have no-one to love AND no-one to shag. You've brought everything crashing down around your ears, and it's all your fault. If I didn't feel so sorry for you, I'd be laughing my arse off. You really are quite pathetic.

And to think, there was a time only a week ago where I couldn't wait to see you. Where I actually LIKED you and was looking FORWARD to our encounter! Fuck only knows why. Yes, you were slightly better than the average in bed. But that doesn't make up for the fact that you are a complete bell-end, a ridiculous parody of a man, who can't make up his damn mind about anything. I feel relieved now - if anything because I don't have to put up with your whinging and moaning anymore. Grow a pair of nuts, you pathetic twat. I feel like I've made a lucky escape. I also feel like laughing, because for the first time...... I see you. I can see exactly who you are, and it makes me cringe that I ever bestowed my affections on such a worthless bollock. I feel like a veil has been lifted and I'm suddenly wide awake, seeing you through eyes that finally understand.

Good luck with your ex. Maybe she'll get back with you. Hopefully she won't. Hopefully, she'll continue to see sense, while you see nothing more than the disappearing hem of her coat as she whisks around the corner, always away from you. I sincerely hope so. And I hope that leaves you to dwell continuously on your thoughts and realise that you brought this on yourself. You're a cunt, and you deserve to be alone. Maybe that'll teach you not to fuck people over and to keep your promises, be they marriage, or the simple decency of turning up to an appointment that YOU arranged.

So, yeah, wow - fuck you. Don't even CONSIDER trying to contact me for cybersex again the next time you're feeling horny and/or alone. I'm not listening. Besides, I'll probably be pre-occupied..... as the second you fucked me off, I closed on a date this Saturday. You see, in your final infuriating words to me, you were actually right about something - I CAN pull easily. Do you know why? Because I may be no supermodel, but I at least have the common decency to know how to treat people.
Have fun trying to find someone you can kid into thinking you're a good guy.
It'll be hard, I know. Because you're a cunt.

Have a nice life. I'm getting on with mine. And guess what's the best bit? You're not in it.

Kat
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