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On Valentine’s Day February 14, 2009

Posted by Stephanie in Boys, Everything, general hilarity.
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While St. Valentine may have been a real person (and a Saint, no less), the holiday named after him is–in my opinion–a sham. I can count on one hand all of the times that I’ve actually had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day…that is, if that hand was nothing but a bloody stump, with no fingers on it at all.

Remember when celebrating Valentine’s Day was a mandatory thing back in grade school? Back then, you were required to give everyone in the class a Valentine. BUT that didn’t stop you from sifting through all your Valentine cards ahead of time to find the “best” ones to pair up with the biggest pieces of candy to give to your real friends. And the one meant for your crush? Well, that Valentine card had to speak VOLUMES about your deep love for them…without, of course, revealing your deep love for them.

The older you got, the number of Valentine’s that a person received said something very different about them. Instead of saying “We’re all equal…here, have a piece of candy!”, it said:

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While there’s nothing wrong with those who choose to celebrate the holiday with flowers, candy, and a romantic evening out, I’ve just always been of the opinion that one shouldn’t need a holiday as an excuse to do those things. After all, a boquet of flowers somehow says more when it’s delivered out of the blue on a Tuesday, than when it’s expected. Or worse yet, when it’s expected and doesn’t arrive at all.

So on this Valentine’s day, instead of lamenting over my singlehood or stressing over whether my “man” will extend the right romantic gesture, I’ll be spending the evening with my girlfriends. We’ll be gorging ourselves on buttery popcorn and sugary sweets while basking in the glow of “He’s Just Not That Into You” at the local movie theatre. Because THAT is my idea of a great date. And I don’t have to worry about some sloppy kiss at the end of the night.

Win – Win.

So, I’ve been thinking… February 9, 2009

Posted by Stephanie in Boys, Everything, WTF?!.
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When viewed as a whole, the events of the last 5 months have been pretty shitty. And over the past week, I’ve been mulling it all over, debating over how exactly I needed to “process” said events:

On the one hand, what happened is more than a little embarrassing—I’ve never considered myself a “gullible” person, or one to easily have the wool pulled over her eyes. Especially not when my “bullshit meter” was on rapid-fire on more than one occasion. But I chose to ignore the annoying pinging of the radar, and I put my trust in someone. I trusted that he was who he claimed to be, that he felt what he professed to feel, that he would do what he vowed to do. In the end: I was duped. And that, my friends, is embarrassing. While I pride myself in being real and honest here on the blog, I think I feel like a big enough idiot as it is without welcoming scrutiny from others as well.

On the other hand, what happened PISSES ME OFF! Do I think this guy deserves to be “outed”, exposed for the liar and slime that he really is? Hell yes! Have I been suppressing the urge to erect a giant, flashing-red neon sign with an arrow pointing to his little corner of the internet that says “BEWARE OF THIS MAN!” !? Absolutely!! But unfortunately, good doesn’t always triumph over evil…at least, not in the way we think it should. And if I were to lay it all out there for the world to read, all the gory details exposed…well, what would that accomplish, really?

In the end, I came to a good conclusion:
I’ve been told by more than one person that I shouldn’t be embarrassed. That my belief in the honesty and goodness of others is a GOOD THING, and the fact that it bit me in the ass this time around is not a reflection on me. But it certainly does speak volumes about just how big an asshole the other party involved is. And THAT, my friends, says more than I ever could. In the end, he is nothing: not worth my energy, my time, or another thought from my head. So why would I give him the audience that a series of blog posts would bring?

The bottom line is this: I’ve erected this new blog home for myself to start FRESH, away from the drama and the turmoil that would likely have haunted me for a while had I stayed where I was. I’ve successfully (I think) extracted myself from a bad environment, and planted myself in a better one…so tainting my new blog with remnants from the old one would be counterproductive. So the whole story probably won’t come out here any time soon…the people that I care about–who’s opinions of me are what really matter in the end—they already know the whole story. And I know they’ve got my back no matter what.

So here’s to good things! To recovering my mo-jo! To standing up a little straighter and making a fresh start!

The Beginning of The End February 2, 2009

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I’m not an idiot. Nor am I clueless, out of touch, or naive. No, I am none of those things…but I would say that I’m a deep believer in the idea that people are inherently good and kind. Never before has my belief in the general kindness of humanity bit me in the ass more than over the last several months.

Almost immediately after I started blogging, I “met” someone. I can’t remember exactly how I stumbled across his little section of the internet—-probably linked from a link from a link. You get the idea. But the blessing (and curse?) of online friendships is that there’s a built-in safety bubble. You can find yourself deeply entrenched in the hilarious details of another person’s personal life: you’re laughing with them, crying with them, RAGING at the world with them. BUT, there’s a distance there. You’re not accountable to them…you don’t really know them, after all.

So what happens when the built-in safety bubble bursts? What happens when the online friendship becomes a REAL LIFE friendship? When the person on the other side of the computer screen becomes a voice on the other end of the telephone line? And eventually, a flesh and blood person on the other side of the dinner table?

Sometimes, what happens is bliss. Sometimes, a nightmare. And other times, what happens is just…bizarre, beyond belief, something out of a Lifetime Original Made-For-TV Movie—-and not the kind based on the steamy Nora Roberts novel on your bedside table. Believe me: I’d take the Nora Roberts version over the kind I lived through any day.

All I can say before the gritty details of my story unfold over the days, weeks, and months ahead is this: if it hadn’t happened to me, I would NEVER have believed a word of it.

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