Blog Name:	Dear John Letter of a Different Kind
Url:	http://dearjohn.com
Language:	English
Topics:	lying, betrayal, emotion
Description:	I’m giddy. I so giddy that it hurts. Yes, right from the tops of my feet to the bottom of my soul, oh, I mean the bottom of my souls. How is it that a woman cannot understand when she is being played, played like a cheap fake three dollar bill? People tell me about things that are important, like the universe. The universe is deeply important to me because I live in it, but how can we write about the important things if we cannot write about the smaller things that make the big bad wolves that come to our door? Oooh, no, you see, we cannot ignore the smaller stuff. The tacks we step on and make us bleed in unnoticed places but sting like a hornet’s nest is living in your foot. We have to. I have to. John Doe we will call him, sweet dear dumb John Doe called me one night and within ten minutes of our conversations purported the desire to have sex with me. He talked of our need to mesh our minds through our bodies. It all sounded very convincing and really very titillating. I took it, hook, line, and sinkHER. I bought a new bodice, the whole bit….three days later I get a phone call from dear dear Rob that he was getting back together with his ex, and isn’t that great, and blah, blah, blah, shouldn’t I be happy for him? No. I was not happy for him, I was horny and looking for a connection….fuck you ex wife who deserted your husband and treated him like ground chuck and now with a simple phone call you get to dilly dally back into his life no questions asked. Well, well, well. I was hurt not just because I don’t get to sleep with him but because of the connection we did have verbally. We were a little Lady Gaga mixed with Stephen Hawkins mixed with a bit of Romeo, all in our words of course. We could say anything to each other, and if you think for one short minute I didn’t fantasize what I would say to him in bed you’re a dollar short and a day late. So, thank you ex wife. I HATE YOU. No, I am sorry, I am not a proponent of divorced people getting back together. I think people get divorced and that’s it. Kaput. The End. Okay Richard Burton and Liz Taylor…you guys even should have known when to call it quits, but you didn’t, you kept the sick ball rolling. We get divorced for many reasons, loneliness is not a reason to reconcile. But, he will. He will let the shrew tame him instead of vice versa. He will allow her to eat his lunch and the whole time he will tell himself that he is so happy again. That he cannot wait for her to come home from work each day and that her entrance into his lone lost life is what saved him. Or maybe he won’t tell her these things for lack of being deemed a pussy, but he will feel these things. Oh, Giddy, Giddy Me. I have been dumped before even being caught. I have been kicked out of a man’s bed before even putting one little foot into it. I am a prodigy of what NOT to be or do. I may HATE the ex, because I really do think she is going to do more damage to my friend than I would ever wish upon him even in my angriest and hurting of moments because if there is one thing about John Doe, he is a dear. He is a soft sweet compassionate dear and I know this, I have seen this, as I am sure many others have. This will be an ongoing topic because John Doe is an ongoing friend. I will miss talking to him, but I will hold his voice in my memories, as I have done before during long spaces of him and me not talking. I am not in love with him, but I do love him. I love his heart and nothing can change that. Good Luck Dear John.
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