Thursday, November 17, 2011

Letter to the Very Nice but so Not Right

Dear Boy, (I'm sorry but that's what you are)
I don't like the way you smell,
or the way you dress.
I don't like your job,
or the way you talk.
I don't like the way you act around me,
or the way you act around your friends.
I don't like anything about you really.
And it's not because I don't like you as a that's not it at all. You're great I'm sure. It's just I don't like you because you're wrong. So very very wrong for me. You were probably very right for me some time ago.. yes, my 19 year old self would have swooned at the attention. But not this me. This me knows what she wants and I'm sorry.. you're just not it. And, actually I don't think we should hang out again, of course we'll see each other, we have to. But please don't be nice to me, and don't stare as I walk by. And I won't talk to you, or smile at you. It might be better if we pretended we didn't know each other at all. I know this probably comes off as terribly rude, I just don't want there to be any confusion later on or mixed signals or anything like that. So, this is goodbye. Thanks for everything, really.

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