There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

I don't know

I know I haven't written in a while. I really haven't had much to say. M is still bothering me. He actually wanted to get together again and have dinner. He's chewed me out so many times that I can't believe he's still in contact. Now of coarse I turned him down again, he's calling me a slut and a hoar. He's just being mean this time around. I'm bitting my tongue and letting him vent. The next time he contacts me I'm going to threaten a call to the police. It's getting a bit out of hand. Red flags are everywhere for violent tendencies.
I just started talking to another guy though. This one we'll call B. He seems very down to earth. He is also working on restoring a '68 Mustang! Sweet! I love Mustangs. His profile is just very real. I've learned that they aren't always what they seem though from M. I knew that you can be anything you want on line, but M was a very rude awakening. So, I'm a bit more cautious this time.
Anyway I just figured I had to post something since it had been a while. I'll try to keep you updated on B. That is when there is something to write about.


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