A history lesson (in brief):
When I started this blog in 2008, I was dating someone I liked very much. His name is Cripes. It wasn't long afterward though that he and I got into an argument and *POOF* he called a halt on the relationship. It was over and done without discussion.
A year later, out of the blue, he gets back in touch. He acts like he wants to try again. We try. He fails. Especially after he stood me up twice and then forgot my birthday.
I was done and I told him so.
So here we are, two years later, I've gladly heard nary a peep from him during that time...until this morning when he texts me an embarrassingly (for him) inappropriate message.
And I'm like...what? Huh? Really? REALLY?!
Cripes, Cripes! It's over. Get a clue.
It's time to just let me be the song you sing one day.