A friend forwarded this email sent to an ex after a recent break up. Talk about wanting closure...
Dear Ex Boyfriend:
Since you will not take my calls or respond to my text a letter is the only way that I can communicate to you. I just want to resolve the following issues that are still pending since the end of our relationship.
The couch payment… the payments are $190.00 until September which is $1520.00 or $1000.00 to pay it off now. I paid for the couch for January 2010 and you also verbally agreed to take care of that charge for our relationship ended on January 16, 2010 and I fully moved on January 17, 2010 you stated that you would reimburse me for that payment as well, which was made on January 23, 2010
The replacement of my broken radio which you promised to pay to replace and fix on February 4, 2010, the Chevy dealership has quoted me a price of $487.00 for parts and labor, but you stated that you found a cheaper alternative just let me know.
Transfer the AT&T account onto your own account since you have ordered me to “lose your number” I don’t think it wise to share a phone plan with someone who doesn’t want you to have their number. Also pay your last month bill for $300.00 for January and $130.00 to cover your February bill as well. If you choose to go back to T-Mobile a $150.00 early termination fee will be due as well for your contract expires December of 2011.
Finally I loaned you $100.00 for probation in which I also gave you a ride to on January 21, 2010 I need that amount back as well which you gave in writing was a loan and you would return to me upon your 1st check which you did not and stated on February 08, 2010 that you would give it to me after the 15th, today is the 17th of February.
It was my greatest pleasure to date and be intimate with you. I will miss you dearly but like wise people always say “time heals all wounds.”
I wish you nothing but the best and will always speak and keep you in a positive light when you are thought or spoken of; I hope that you can do the same for me. J
I love you and hope that you find success and happiness in ALL that you do.
Thank you, for ALL of the valuable lessons that you have taught me.
Fondly,
Ex Girlfriend
"Cheaper to Keep Her," Buddy Guy
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough
The link below is an article written by Carrie Sloan for lemondrop.com. Interesting stuff!
As a twenty-something single woman, I can admit to sometimes fleeing men for superficial reasons. I am aware of those reasons failing to be a determining factor in whether or not a relationship can be fulfilling. Yet in the same breath, I've yet to feel pressured on "settling down" to the point that it matters.
I subscribe to the points made in this article. Carrie states, "If you're 22 or 26, get back on the bar and keep dancing. I, too, dated in a big city for a decade, and there's a time when a guy should be judged by nothing more than his potential to make an excellent post-mortem brunch story."
Marriage is forever. Until you know what you want and what you can offer, enjoy your singledom. However, when you are ready to commit for life, be realistic in your expectations.
Marry Him -- A Look At The Divisive New Book That Urges You To 'Settle'
As a twenty-something single woman, I can admit to sometimes fleeing men for superficial reasons. I am aware of those reasons failing to be a determining factor in whether or not a relationship can be fulfilling. Yet in the same breath, I've yet to feel pressured on "settling down" to the point that it matters.
I subscribe to the points made in this article. Carrie states, "If you're 22 or 26, get back on the bar and keep dancing. I, too, dated in a big city for a decade, and there's a time when a guy should be judged by nothing more than his potential to make an excellent post-mortem brunch story."
Marriage is forever. Until you know what you want and what you can offer, enjoy your singledom. However, when you are ready to commit for life, be realistic in your expectations.
Marry Him -- A Look At The Divisive New Book That Urges You To 'Settle'
Monday, January 25, 2010
Dear Ms. Wright
Dear Ms. Wright,
Since the breakup from a five-year relationship, I haven’t had much luck finding anyone worth my time to date. All the guys present themselves to be the perfect guy, but sooner or later down the line, they end up being a waste. Valentine’s Day is approaching and, as a result, I’ve stopped going out in social settings at all. I just don’t have the energy to deal with losers and I sometimes question whether or not this grass is greener than my last relationship.
Anonymous, age 26
Milky Mess,
What you're experiencing is completely normal. You've been in a relationship for all of your adult life and although the break up isn't brand new, this is the first Valentine’s Day as a real single woman. The last thing you want to do in this situation is hide. For every few losers, there’s bound to be an un-spoiled one in the bunch. How the hell is he supposed to find you if you refuse to see and be seen?
Make it easy for him with these three simple steps:
1. Go to the craft store and buy some fabric paint.
2. Purchase a bright, solid-colored top and
3. Using the fabric paint, apply the following message onto the shirt: HERE I AM!
There is NO USE in crying over spoiled/spilled milk. I never understood that phrase, but let me try to make sense of it now. All of your ex-boyfriends can fall into the category of "Spoiled Milk."
In the beginning, it was what you needed, it was good for you to experience your ex-boyfriend because of the emotional growth spurt that you encountered while together (milk = healthy bones = growth, get it?). But, like milk, if you try to savor it well past the expiration date, you'll be left with a sour taste in your mouth. DISPOSE OF IT! No matter how good the milk may have complimented your cereal or fluffed your pancake, it's no longer healthy for you to consume and will leave a bad taste in your mouth.
All of your "subpar" suitors since your breakup, let’s call them all "Spilled Milk." Whether you wasted some of the milk or spilled the entire carton, apparently it just wasn't meant to consume the whole carton. That could be a blessing in disguise.
Remember, milk doesn't cost that much. You can buy another carton. What I mean is, it won't take much for you to bump into another guy. However, be cautious when shopping. No grocer is going to sell you spoiled milk. For the most part, guys will market themselves to be worth purchasing. Whether or not the milk will spoil soon after purchasing or if you'll consume it in enough time to reap the benefits is still open for discussion. But, that’s simply a part of the experience. To find out, you have to, at least, open the carton.
It's hard starting over, but it's necessary. Good luck. Have the courage to live, love, learn...and repeat!
Since the breakup from a five-year relationship, I haven’t had much luck finding anyone worth my time to date. All the guys present themselves to be the perfect guy, but sooner or later down the line, they end up being a waste. Valentine’s Day is approaching and, as a result, I’ve stopped going out in social settings at all. I just don’t have the energy to deal with losers and I sometimes question whether or not this grass is greener than my last relationship.
Anonymous, age 26
Milky Mess,
What you're experiencing is completely normal. You've been in a relationship for all of your adult life and although the break up isn't brand new, this is the first Valentine’s Day as a real single woman. The last thing you want to do in this situation is hide. For every few losers, there’s bound to be an un-spoiled one in the bunch. How the hell is he supposed to find you if you refuse to see and be seen?
Make it easy for him with these three simple steps:
1. Go to the craft store and buy some fabric paint.
2. Purchase a bright, solid-colored top and
3. Using the fabric paint, apply the following message onto the shirt: HERE I AM!
There is NO USE in crying over spoiled/spilled milk. I never understood that phrase, but let me try to make sense of it now. All of your ex-boyfriends can fall into the category of "Spoiled Milk."
In the beginning, it was what you needed, it was good for you to experience your ex-boyfriend because of the emotional growth spurt that you encountered while together (milk = healthy bones = growth, get it?). But, like milk, if you try to savor it well past the expiration date, you'll be left with a sour taste in your mouth. DISPOSE OF IT! No matter how good the milk may have complimented your cereal or fluffed your pancake, it's no longer healthy for you to consume and will leave a bad taste in your mouth.
All of your "subpar" suitors since your breakup, let’s call them all "Spilled Milk." Whether you wasted some of the milk or spilled the entire carton, apparently it just wasn't meant to consume the whole carton. That could be a blessing in disguise.
Remember, milk doesn't cost that much. You can buy another carton. What I mean is, it won't take much for you to bump into another guy. However, be cautious when shopping. No grocer is going to sell you spoiled milk. For the most part, guys will market themselves to be worth purchasing. Whether or not the milk will spoil soon after purchasing or if you'll consume it in enough time to reap the benefits is still open for discussion. But, that’s simply a part of the experience. To find out, you have to, at least, open the carton.
It's hard starting over, but it's necessary. Good luck. Have the courage to live, love, learn...and repeat!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Five Things I Can Only Do With Women
This is taken from the site Until I Get Married. It is a blog about the hilarious accounts of a bachelor. Read below...
Some things in life I prefer to do with women more than men. I’m not talking about the obvious things like, sex. I’m talking about other, less intimate activities we wouldn’t immediately think about.
I’ve been pondering this a lot lately, largely because in less than a month, I will be attending the wedding of two very good friends of mine and I have no date. Now of course I can go by myself. As one of the groomsmen, I’m going to be busy anyway. But this wedding is different.
For one, the wedding and reception is taking place on New Year’s Eve, with the reception doubling as a traditional NYE party. The second issue is, from what my friends tell me, every female in attendance is already coming with a date, which only makes sense considering it’s on the backdrop of NYE. So now here I am, less than a month away from the wedding and I have no one to take back to my hotel room kiss. Any other day of the year, and I’d probably have my boy roll with me. We can get our Wedding Crashers on `a la Vince Vaughn and Owen Willson, but with the added romance of New Year’s Eve, some female company would be ideal.
But a New Year’s Eve wedding isn’t the only thing I’d prefer to do with women. Below, a list of five other activities I could do with one of my boys, but never would. Men, feel free to add your own activities to the list in the comments, and ladies, I’d love to hear what activities females feel they would prefer to do with men over women.
Enjoy this…
ATTEND AN R&B CONCERT
No matter the city, an R&B concert is the ultimate ladies night. But even with a sea of fine women in attendance, and even if bringing a woman to the concert is akin to bringing sand to the beach, I still can’t find it in me to ask one of male friends if they want to roll with me to the Maxwell concert. I’ll sooner take my own mother. I’ll just tell my boy to meet me at the after-party. The show itself, that’s for the ladies.
BROADWAY PLAYS
Since I’ve lived in New York, I have been to about six or seven different Broadway plays, all of them with women. Not once have I ever left a theatre after a show and thought, You know, I think my boy would’ve really enjoyed that.
MILKSHAKES
Who doesn’t love a good milkshake? That’s totally a gender neutral thing. But if I ever get the urge to have one and want some company to join me, my boy will never get that call. Women are much preferred. Nothing like looking a woman in her eyes while she’s sucking a straw like it held antibodies.
BAKING
I like to cook and bake. The last thing I put in the oven was some green tea muffins, and folks can judge me all they want, I enjoyed them thoroughly. I didn’t even share them. But if I did share them, it would be with someone who helped make them, and they probably wouldn’t be a guy friend of mine cause I don’t think I can picture a time where I would feel comfortable with my boy asking me if he could lick the spoon. The way i see it, if it’s a grill, let my brethren gather around, but if it’s an oven, and I’m wearing mitts with flowers on them, women only.
ORDERING DESSERT
When it comes to dinner, I have no problem going with my boy or going with my woman. It’s 2009, all men should be able to get some time in with their best friend over a good meal at a nice restaurant. But when it comes time for dessert, only bring me the menu if the person I’m having dinner with has breasts. If they have facial hair, don’t even ask if we want dessert. I think I speak for the table when I say, we don’t.
Some things in life I prefer to do with women more than men. I’m not talking about the obvious things like, sex. I’m talking about other, less intimate activities we wouldn’t immediately think about.
I’ve been pondering this a lot lately, largely because in less than a month, I will be attending the wedding of two very good friends of mine and I have no date. Now of course I can go by myself. As one of the groomsmen, I’m going to be busy anyway. But this wedding is different.
For one, the wedding and reception is taking place on New Year’s Eve, with the reception doubling as a traditional NYE party. The second issue is, from what my friends tell me, every female in attendance is already coming with a date, which only makes sense considering it’s on the backdrop of NYE. So now here I am, less than a month away from the wedding and I have no one to take back to my hotel room kiss. Any other day of the year, and I’d probably have my boy roll with me. We can get our Wedding Crashers on `a la Vince Vaughn and Owen Willson, but with the added romance of New Year’s Eve, some female company would be ideal.
But a New Year’s Eve wedding isn’t the only thing I’d prefer to do with women. Below, a list of five other activities I could do with one of my boys, but never would. Men, feel free to add your own activities to the list in the comments, and ladies, I’d love to hear what activities females feel they would prefer to do with men over women.
Enjoy this…
ATTEND AN R&B CONCERT
No matter the city, an R&B concert is the ultimate ladies night. But even with a sea of fine women in attendance, and even if bringing a woman to the concert is akin to bringing sand to the beach, I still can’t find it in me to ask one of male friends if they want to roll with me to the Maxwell concert. I’ll sooner take my own mother. I’ll just tell my boy to meet me at the after-party. The show itself, that’s for the ladies.
BROADWAY PLAYS
Since I’ve lived in New York, I have been to about six or seven different Broadway plays, all of them with women. Not once have I ever left a theatre after a show and thought, You know, I think my boy would’ve really enjoyed that.
MILKSHAKES
Who doesn’t love a good milkshake? That’s totally a gender neutral thing. But if I ever get the urge to have one and want some company to join me, my boy will never get that call. Women are much preferred. Nothing like looking a woman in her eyes while she’s sucking a straw like it held antibodies.
BAKING
I like to cook and bake. The last thing I put in the oven was some green tea muffins, and folks can judge me all they want, I enjoyed them thoroughly. I didn’t even share them. But if I did share them, it would be with someone who helped make them, and they probably wouldn’t be a guy friend of mine cause I don’t think I can picture a time where I would feel comfortable with my boy asking me if he could lick the spoon. The way i see it, if it’s a grill, let my brethren gather around, but if it’s an oven, and I’m wearing mitts with flowers on them, women only.
ORDERING DESSERT
When it comes to dinner, I have no problem going with my boy or going with my woman. It’s 2009, all men should be able to get some time in with their best friend over a good meal at a nice restaurant. But when it comes time for dessert, only bring me the menu if the person I’m having dinner with has breasts. If they have facial hair, don’t even ask if we want dessert. I think I speak for the table when I say, we don’t.
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