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So kids,sit right back and Ill tell you a tale.  A tale of how it took me 3 years to get it, but I got revenge.

And the funny thing, is that I never even planned on any type of revenge.

Grab a beer, and hold on to your butts.  Cause this may be the cruelest thing Ive done in my dating life.  And I honestly dont care.

Way back when I moved here in the summer of 2014, I knew no one, and had no clue about the dating scene. I got onto OK Cupid and Plenty of Fish, and poked around.  Hey, whats that,  this guy liked me? OH HEY, he sent me a message!  Now, I should have known with the low percentage match and the odd pictures I probably wouldnt get along with him.  But hey.  I was willing to try.  We met at a local wing/beer place, had a few drinks, and he was nicer than I expected.  Went back to his place, made out some, and then he made THE MOVE.   You know the one, the one where its obvious he wants to get laid, but youre like sorry dude, not happening, then you have to make excuses and shit because fuck that, I aint sleeping with you the first date.

I went home after apologizing, and him saying it was OK.  So I figured it was cool.

NOT EVEN REMOTELY COOL.    He ghosted.  I texted him to say I had fun, and we should go out again.  HE GHOSTED.   I aint even gonna lie, I was pissed.  And hurt.  And upset.  So I didnt go out again for a while.  I read profiles, I messaged people, and I saw him on the site.  I ended up dating another guy for a few months, and other things happened, and before I knew it, here we are in March of 2017. THREE YEARS LATER.

Im seeing a guy (Joey the Cheating Bastard from the last post). Havent slept with him yet but Im pretty sure that I want to.  BUT we arent exclusive so my ass is merrily poking along and swiping left and right on profiles. When BAM.  This familiar face pops up.


I nearly fell off my chair when I saw that.  So I decided to play along.  Sure as shit, the dude remembered my name, our date, and that he never called me back.  I agreed to give Do-Over a chance, but I wasnt gonna go busting my ass for it.  We chatted on and off for a few days before I finally decided to meet him for a drink again.  And he practically dropped his jaw when I came over.  (3 years will change some stuff on a person.)  He couldnt stop staring and trying to touch me.  Of course 3 years makes a person change more than just physically too.  I demanded to know why he ditched me, and I got some bullshit stories about it being too soon, and this and that, and whatever.   I ended up going home that night with a few more questions than answers but I had a rotation of guys I was seeing at this time, so I wasnt too worried.  The next few days were some days of chatting, and he ended up buying me this tshirt with skulls and roses on it, and gave it to me.  Said he saw it and thought of me, couldnt wait to see me again.  I wasnt gonna turn it down, so I accepted it happily. Its a cute shirt!    The next night he asked me out to dinner, and I said sure.  We ended up going to his place, and having sex, and honestly, the sex wasnt even that good.  But then I did the unspeakable.  The horrible thing. The terrible thing.

I ghosted on his ass.    I waited 3 years after he ghosted on me to bang him like a screen door in a hurricane, and leave him half naked in his bed and never spoke to him again.

And I dont feel the least bit guilty.

The very next night I had lots of awesome sex with the soon to be Cheating Bastard.

And now I have neither Do-Over nor the Cheating Bastard, but I do have my  self respect.

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