Who is Jiltgirl?
Jiltgirl is every woman who has ever been cheated on, lied to, dumped, jilted, stood up, used up, stomped on and treated like dirt- and thrown away by a man like an old candy wrapper.
Pretty much without a word of warning. And so- here you are – Ms. Heartbreak of the Year.
Is this YOU?
Daily Dating Dealbreakers: UPDATED
WHEN YOU PUT A PHOTO ON A DATING SITE, DO NOT WEAR A WEDDING RING…
and then claim you are separated or divorced.
Actually , do not even wear a class ring:- don’t confuse us, for Gawd’s sake .
This dating crap…its hard enough as it is..
But Jiltgirl does digress -sorry.
This is an Internet date; he looks fairly acceptable and he suggests a Dunkin Donuts,
not even Starbucks, but okay.
The first words out of his mouth are, ” You are gorgeous – too bad you are midget”.
You are 5’3″ and he is a skinny little 5’10.
The first words out of his mouth are ” You are gorgeous – too bad you look like a basketball player -haha.- You are 5 ’8″ and is STILL a skinny measly little 5’10″.
You accept the left handed compliment; and just concentrate on the gorgeous part.
Forget that he is a tactless and rude clod.And that if you were not so goddamn lonely you would not speak to him on the street. (sigh)
Next, you go together up to the counter at the glamorous Dunkin’ Donuts and he says, “You know, this is our first meeting, so don’t go nuts ..” HUH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?
At Dunkin’ Donuts I couldn’t ”go nuts ” if I tried …
He springs for coffee for each of us and ONE muffin which we share .
Says he wants to see me again; then 20 minutes later we say goodbye and he leaves in his new SClass Mercedes- go figure.
CLASSIFIED DEALBREAKER
Your first date : he is a widower and says he is lonely and actually seems like a very nice person, if you are willing and and up to helping him with his grief work. That is YOU call..
Then he says, ” I never realized there were so many lonely women out there -I am just flooded with women who want to date me.” You smile and say, “really?” - Remember . your Mama raised you to be lady. Sometimes it is easier than others, however.
The pas t 20 ,minutes have been his GLOWING minutia filled monologue about his saintd wife-mstarting with how they met – to how FABULOUS a funeral he arranged for her.
I just kept chewing onmy food- yep- he sprung for the lunch.
Then he said “Can I show you a picture of my beautiful wife? You don’t mind do you?” I almost say,
” Yes- I do mind -” but he would not have heard me anyway-and I really do not give a damn at all – because I won’t
see him agvain anyway.
The photo is about 30 years old- and she is a pleasant lloking young woman.
I say ” Thank you for a very nice lunch ” and it is over. Whew.Another interview.
DEALBREAKERS: NO PICTURES OF EXES or DECEASED SPOUSES: PHOTOS of CUTE PETS, KIDS and SIBLINGS OK
PICTURES OF YOUR YACHTS and QUEEN AIR- VERRRY OK- LOL_
JILTGIRL SAYS
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Dating Battlefield Updates
Here are some VERY updated guidelines from the battlefield.
If the man was divorced in the past 6 months his ex is a dysfunctional, overweight, irresponsible, money hungry drunken whore. And he is basically angry at all women. But he is dating because he is horny.
If the man’s wife died in the past 6 months, his deceased wife was a cross between Miss America, St. Joan of Arc , Betty Crocker and a Playboy Bunny. There is NO WOMAN ON EARTH LIKE HER he says. He is right.
Now if he is attractive enough, rich enough and if you like him enough to hang around and play “grief counselor”, that is your call.But you might “paly doctor for months- and then he does his grief work and marries someone else.
On your first internet date these are DEAL BREAKERS:
The widower wants to show you his dead wife’s picture- and he does. The photo is of her in college .
My suggestion is that you keep your wedding pictures in your purse and counter with these.
As an aside- divorced guys will NEVER whip out photos of the ex- the lying bitch….
JILTGIRL SAYS..
SINGLE and LOOKING? GO TO SINGLESQUARE AT THE APP STORE
Hey you single and looking Appsnewbies
Here is the Singlesquare link to help you find a special someone…
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/singlesquare/id414357191?mt=8
Have you ever wished you see a list of all the singles nearby and had a way to communicate with them in real time? Would you like a way to avoid embarrassing face to face rejection?
Maybe you have spent time on a dating site only to find out someone wasn’t exactly truthful with their profile.
As in the advertiser was still married – or the “widower” had a very healthy spouse who was not computer literate.
Or the potential dater had a “hidden ” photo
Or being divorced was only in their imagination.
Well, SingleSquare is a fun FREE app designed to help with just those problems. To separate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak.
Also, SingleSquare’s new “Icebreakers” are a fun feature that people can read, write or rate even when they aren’t looking to meet new people. Let SingleSquare help you find “Love at First Sighting”
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JILTGIRL SAYS….
WATCH THE LATISSE VIDEO NOT COMMERCIAL ..JUST FACT
LATISSE EYELASH UPDATE: LONG and LONGER: ASK DR. MARK PINSKY
Now an update on Appsnewbies eyelashes.
I AM A HAPPY CAMPER…
Yes, oh, yes, Latisse REALLY DOES work. I must confess, I had my doubts.
Like rubbing a cream that cost $ 59.99 on a 32AAA that promised a 38C …. YEP- done that – been there.
But Latisse is the real McCoy.
I do not really even need an eyelash curler anymore because my lashes are so thick and curly.
And the bare spots ( missing eyelashes )are gone- this is the ONLY product- and a SAFE one I have ever seen that really makes your eyelashes LONGER and THICKER.
But you need a prescription from your dermatologist or cosmetic surgeon.
One of the BEST cosmetic surgeons in FL I know of is
Dr. Mark Pinsky in Palm Beach Gardens – he and his staff would be delighted to talk to you about Latisee or anything else you would like cosmetically for a more vibrant you.
http://www.pinskylickstein.com
and this is Dr. Pinskys link-and ask for Susan Blastic -she is just wonderful and so kind..
Just following up with things that REALLY work for you ….
APPSNEWBIE SAYS
No scam here.
MINNIE MOUSE EYELASHES -YES- it ACTUALLY WORKS… LATISSE
Technology and science never cease to amaze me.
One major reason for my amazement is that SO many treatments and medicines were discovered by accident;
Science was looking for one cure – and ended up with quite another result.
I have an example-a graphic example with the treatment called
LATISSE by ALLERGAN .Iit was being used for an eye disorder. Upon usage, physicians and scientists noticed the side effect of a lengthening- thickening and growing of eyelashes of people who used the drug.
THANK YOU JEEESUS
YAAY ….
After a visit with my dermatologist- and with a prescription, I just started down the happy pathway to having Minnie Mouse eyelashes.Apparently, each eyelash has a 5 week lifecycle-I guess it takes awhile at least 2 months to see tangible results.
I will keep you informed.
APPSNEWBIE
OMG YES- I have the LONGEST CURLIEST EYELASHES
CHOOSE To BE THE MAESTRO OF YOUR LIFE'S SYMPHONY
Orchestrate as you will-
be it Puccini -Or the Snoop ( YUK-sorry rap is SO demeaning to women)or Julio Iglesias
or John Michael Montgomery or Trace Atkins.
My goal is to enchant you- make you laugh - or cry -not to make money from you or to get you to think as I do but to fill you with get delight and an ever expanding sense of
knowledge of who this exquisite ballet of life is orchestrated -and how YOU
can CHOOSE to be the Maestro of your life's symphony.
OR do you want to play second fiddle ?? YOUR call.
JILTGIRL SAYS
BREAKING UP REALLY DOES BREAK YOUR HEART
BREAKING UP REALLY DOES BREAK YOUR HEART
You we re just DUMPED by the person you thought was the One.
You’re moping around campus in your I’ve-given-up sweatpants and eating all the fat and sugar ( pizza and chocolate are the favored food groups) you can afford when you come across a flyer seeking people who are still pining for their exes. You think, at last, someone to talk to! A fellow passenger in the voyage of failure. Misery LOVES company..
When about 15 jilted and brokenhearted dumped lovers responded to the ads, which had been distributed around the State University of New York at Stony Brook and Rutgers University, they discovered they were actually being invited to take part in a psychological study: researchers wanted to measure the ACTUAL pain felt by people who were dumped and brokenhearted. Jilted.TAKE ME.
Each jilted student was hooked up to a functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) scanner and asked to look at a picture of his or her ex (which — oh,why does it HURT SO BAD ) the dumpees had provided.
After looking at the pictures of their lost loves, they were asked to count backward from 8,211 by 7s, then look at another picture of a person they knew but were not in love with, then count backward again.
As if that exercise wasn’t agonizing enough, the participants had to do it five more times.YES, 5 MORE TIMES.
Lucy Brown, professor of neuroscience and neurology at Albert Einstein College of Medicine, acknowledges it wasn’t an easy task.
“We’re asking them to think about the person they want to see more than anyone else. And then we’re asking them not to feel that feeling,” she says, referring to the backward-counting task, which was a distraction technique designed to get students’ brains to focus on something other than the no-good bums who dumped them. WOW…
Meanwhile, scientists were using fMRI to track the participants’ brain activity as they looked at the emotionally loaded photos.
As any JILTGIRL column reader can tell you in a snap- the brain areas associated with the pain of romantic rejection were the same ones involved in reward, motivation, physical pain, craving and addiction.
(For instance, looking at photos of exes lit up regions that are activated in cocaine addicts’ brains — which may help explain quite a lot of the plot of those Twilight books.) I KNEW I WAS ADDICTED TO LOVE-REALLY.
It also helps explain why feelings of heartbreak are so hard to get over and even harder to control. NO KIDDING…
The study notes, with clear and scientific academics , that the jilted students had engaged in activities such as “inappropriate phoning, writing or e-mailing, pleading for reconciliation, sobbing for hours, drinking too much and/or making dramatic entrances and exits into the rejecter’s home, place of work or social space to express anger, despair or passionate love.”
HEY -these are all the things JILTGIRLS do BEST. Grovelling.I call these our coping skills.
Sound familiar, anyone? Done that- been there – drunk dialed- obsessed – called an hung up – pre caller d ID days-
wrote pathetic letters- cried and cried…ate a whole box of cookies .chain smoked .
At least in one sense, this pain is a good thing, says Professor Brown. “In a way, nature gave us this response as a protection,” she says. “It helps us keep relationships going under adverse circumstances, which is important for keeping our species going.”
Plus, in some cases, students were already undergoing reappraisal success, which is neurological-speak for remembering the less convivial aspects of an ex — the first step in getting over him or her.In other words- TRY to concentrate on the Bad stuff- like his bad breath – or that he asked your best girlfriend for a hand job. Then blamed HER for being a snitch when she told you what a cheating jerk he was.
Let’s hope that news was worth the ordeal for the study’s guinea pigs, who had been single for an average of 63 days, after relationships that lasted an average of 21 months. (One had been going for four years. Ouch.)
YES- now we know – breakups really DO hurt.
Helen Fisher, the renowned biological anthropologist and one of the paper’s co-authors, interviewed some of the participants and said that the pain was hurtful – even fora professional to see..
“She said she’d never want to do it again,” says Professor Brown, who nevertheless hopes her experiment will be repeated with a bigger set of jilted lovers.
Professor Brown thinks it’s helpful for people to know that breaking up is SUPPOSED to hurt.
Sob- whimper …. I KNEW THAT..or ell.se you would have not have been in love and lost a partr of yourself- forever-…
“One guy called back the next day and said he thought the self-knowledge really helped,” she says.
By the way, for those trying this at home, that counting-back-by-7s-from-8,211 technique may help you forget your ex, but only for about a minute.
In extreme cases- if a GORGEOUS guy comes along and takes to you Paris for the weekend – I guarante it will be a GREAT band aid for your poor little heart.
Get back on that bar stool of love— sigh…
JILTGIRL SAYS..
Read more: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,2002688,00.html#ixzz1Y2DvT1lx
You we re just DUMPED by the person you thought was the One.
You’re moping around campus in your I’ve-given-up sweatpants and eating all the fat and sugar ( pizza and chocolate are the favored food groups) you can afford when you come across a flyer seeking people who are still pining for their exes. You think, at last, someone to talk to! A fellow passenger in the voyage of failure. Misery LOVES company..
When about 15 jilted and brokenhearted dumped lovers responded to the ads, which had been distributed around the State University of New York at Stony Brook and Rutgers University, they discovered they were actually being invited to take part in a psychological study: researchers wanted to measure the ACTUAL pain felt by people who were dumped and brokenhearted. Jilted.TAKE ME.
Each jilted student was hooked up to a functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) scanner and asked to look at a picture of his or her ex (which — oh,why does it HURT SO BAD ) the dumpees had provided.
After looking at the pictures of their lost loves, they were asked to count backward from 8,211 by 7s, then look at another picture of a person they knew but were not in love with, then count backward again.
As if that exercise wasn’t agonizing enough, the participants had to do it five more times.YES, 5 MORE TIMES.
Lucy Brown, professor of neuroscience and neurology at Albert Einstein College of Medicine, acknowledges it wasn’t an easy task.
“We’re asking them to think about the person they want to see more than anyone else. And then we’re asking them not to feel that feeling,” she says, referring to the backward-counting task, which was a distraction technique designed to get students’ brains to focus on something other than the no-good bums who dumped them. WOW…
Meanwhile, scientists were using fMRI to track the participants’ brain activity as they looked at the emotionally loaded photos.
As any JILTGIRL column reader can tell you in a snap- the brain areas associated with the pain of romantic rejection were the same ones involved in reward, motivation, physical pain, craving and addiction.
(For instance, looking at photos of exes lit up regions that are activated in cocaine addicts’ brains — which may help explain quite a lot of the plot of those Twilight books.) I KNEW I WAS ADDICTED TO LOVE-REALLY.
It also helps explain why feelings of heartbreak are so hard to get over and even harder to control. NO KIDDING…
The study notes, with clear and scientific academics , that the jilted students had engaged in activities such as “inappropriate phoning, writing or e-mailing, pleading for reconciliation, sobbing for hours, drinking too much and/or making dramatic entrances and exits into the rejecter’s home, place of work or social space to express anger, despair or passionate love.”
HEY -these are all the things JILTGIRLS do BEST. Grovelling.I call these our coping skills.
Sound familiar, anyone? Done that- been there – drunk dialed- obsessed – called an hung up – pre caller d ID days-
wrote pathetic letters- cried and cried…ate a whole box of cookies .chain smoked .
At least in one sense, this pain is a good thing, says Professor Brown. “In a way, nature gave us this response as a protection,” she says. “It helps us keep relationships going under adverse circumstances, which is important for keeping our species going.”
Plus, in some cases, students were already undergoing reappraisal success, which is neurological-speak for remembering the less convivial aspects of an ex — the first step in getting over him or her.In other words- TRY to concentrate on the Bad stuff- like his bad breath – or that he asked your best girlfriend for a hand job. Then blamed HER for being a snitch when she told you what a cheating jerk he was.
Let’s hope that news was worth the ordeal for the study’s guinea pigs, who had been single for an average of 63 days, after relationships that lasted an average of 21 months. (One had been going for four years. Ouch.)
YES- now we know – breakups really DO hurt.
Helen Fisher, the renowned biological anthropologist and one of the paper’s co-authors, interviewed some of the participants and said that the pain was hurtful – even fora professional to see..
“She said she’d never want to do it again,” says Professor Brown, who nevertheless hopes her experiment will be repeated with a bigger set of jilted lovers.
Professor Brown thinks it’s helpful for people to know that breaking up is SUPPOSED to hurt.
Sob- whimper …. I KNEW THAT..or ell.se you would have not have been in love and lost a partr of yourself- forever-…
“One guy called back the next day and said he thought the self-knowledge really helped,” she says.
By the way, for those trying this at home, that counting-back-by-7s-from-8,211 technique may help you forget your ex, but only for about a minute.
In extreme cases- if a GORGEOUS guy comes along and takes to you Paris for the weekend – I guarante it will be a GREAT band aid for your poor little heart.
Get back on that bar stool of love— sigh…
JILTGIRL SAYS..
Read more: http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,2002688,00.html#ixzz1Y2DvT1lx
http://youtu.be/pDuTus82Asc
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN FOR $2.99: REALLY
I lOVE KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN-I am a fan- I like the Original all the skin -all the goodies YUM-
Does KFC pay me NO NO NO -not a peso – not even a chicken wing …which is fine – I guess
Poor JILTGIRL is a PSA- HAHA that is why I can TELL IT LIKE IT IS-
from love -life to dating and sex-
Speaking of BETTER THAN SEX-
If you are depressed, it is Friday and you are dateless – go ye to Target and for like $2.98 get the RED VELVET CHOCOLATE COOKIES – filled with Vanilla icing-do not buy more than 1 package or you thighs will never forgive you .
But I will..
But I digress
I think the BEST fast food chicken is KFC.
Also GREAT coleslaw at the Colonel .
Just MY opinion..
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FRIED CHICKEN ?
So -paste this code in your browser Buckwheat..
http://youtu.be/NMr9uZGQdn0
JILTGIRL SAYS..
LOVE HUNGER AND BAD CHOICES.
Just when I think I know all the answers- I goof up just like everybody else.
Just call me Queen of the Needy.
Sigh.
OK: here is the deal.
I meet this guy at a 5 star restaurant singles happy hour. He asks me out to dinner-
He is divorced- no kids- owns a very successful software company. He is really skinny and nerdy –but polite and immaculate. Expensively dressed and has an MBA and drives a new Mercedes convertible..
After 2 dates – he wants to show me his house; we go there and he is very sweet –he has made appetizers-and has chilled champagne for me.
The house is on the ocean – about $1.3 Million, and he is a perfect gentleman. Graduate degree-intelligent polite and single.
If you think my little heart is not happy- think again.
I have already added a MRS degree to my name.
I WON THE LOTTERTY OF LOVE.
He shows me photos of this family, and talks about travel- and how lovely he thinks I am. And he hopes we can have a relationship. He is gracious –well-nice.
In my female brain- I am already trying to pick out wedding flowers and what I need to possibly redecorate after the wedding. The house is plain- but really a jewel needing a feminine touch . As in MINE.
Next date –( number 3) we are having dinner in another 5 star restaurant- and he says,–
“ I have needs. I watch a lot of porn.
I just need to know when I am going to get laid. Next week or tonight or what. I need a timetable.
For my physical needs”.
I was so shocked I did not know what to say.
Sad to say -because I was dumb- and needy-and lonely I said,
“Um—well what about next week- Friday. “ I am SO pathetic. I let myself down with that response.
“He said OK –and I did not hear from him until almost a week later.
When he called,–I was walking to a meeting,
and I said please call me back or I can call you.
I did not call him back, and he did not call me.
I am so ashamed that I was so needy.
HIS needs- that was ALL he cared about what about MY needs ? My needs for love-or security- or genuine affection?
Basically, it was just a prearranged booty call with two sober people.
And I was SO DUMB I was going answer the call.
It was HIS to job to convince ME as to why I would want to sleep with him- not the other way around.
MY needs- as a person- MY emotional needs in a relationship were never even mentioned.
Here I was – SO eager for someone to love me-
So desperately seeking a “soft place to land” or even the ILLUSION of security, that I was willing to sleep
With a man LONG before I was ready because I wanted to much to be a part of SOMEONES life.
That if I slept ith him he would love me and marry me and treasure me.
The same stupid crap women have done for the past 500 years.
As in this hackneyed scenario: They are teenagers and he says: If you loved me – you’d let me put it in.
If you get knocked up– you know I’ll marry you. So she lets him and she gets pregnant and he never speaks to her again.-
IT NEVER CHANGES. LOVE HUNGER MAKES YOU MAKE BAD CHOICES.
How lucky I am he did call.REALLY.
JILTGIRL SAYS…
Losers are ALSO usually not very bright.
He will brag and tell stories that show his TRUE character.
He revels in telling the stories where he was acting in a violent, rude, or destructive way to others.
HIS CLAIM TO FAME was when he drove over his ex girlfriend’s cat.He is cruel to animals and verbally torments children– a coward’s battle of course..
He may think it was CLEVER to be lazy, or cheat or steal and to generally be immoral. The fact that he even TELLS those kind of stories about himself- with a strange relish – is not honesty- it is a real lack of values. Or rather a lack of GOOD values.
A man who is a loser he does NOT value YOU. He does not even value HIMSELF.
I always wonder: WHY DO women think BAD BOYS are GOOD for THEM ?
If a BAD BOY has chosen to FAIL at everything he has touched ( jobs- relationships- education – with other women-good women in all fairness – and he has failed at being a parent),
WHAT , Oh WHAT DEAR JESUS.. makes you think a lifelong loser SUDDENLY has gained the skills or desire to succeed at loving you ? Enlighten me…please.
Because this is DIFFERENT? Because you WANT it to BE different? Because no one else asks you out?
Because you are 40 pounds overweight?
Because no body -even your mother – (big tear-really) ever loved you very well-and you don’t DARE to expect a bigger piece of the love pie of life?
Because if you choose a man NO other woman would date, he won’t dump you?
Because if you accept all his lies and pay his bills and buy his booze and drugs he MAYBE will tell you that you are pretty ?
Because you are pregnant, and have no where to go, and he promised you would not have to do preggy porn shows anymore?
Because nobody ever had the courage to REALLY love you and REALLY seek what was best for you?
Being abused- yes, of course you know you are.It may be a filthy and tattered garment for your soul- but it fits so comfortably. It fits so well. You have worn it all your life, it has almost become a security blanket . Which it is. And I am SO sorry.
JILTGIRL SAYS JUST SOME THOUGHTS.
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MEN: TEACH THEM HOW TO TREAT YOU
One of the first observations that I made about Bob is that he always gave me double messages, and kept me emotionally off kilter. We were in college and he was a VERY popular “frat rat”.Cool- handsome and with a new red Jag.
For example, he would call me and tell me how much he missed me, and then he would say something like,
“Keep me in your address book, honey, because I’m thinking about making you my number one priority. You know, I have to admit I’m playing the field, but you are definitely one of the leaders in the pack.”
The saddest part of the this, is that I was so stupid-so idiotic- so lacking in self- confidence, that I was actually flattered that I was in the running. I figured I’d just keep trying harder to get him to love me. To choose me.
After we had been dating for about six months, there were a whole lot of weekends that he had promised to call me. He didn’t call, and I sat – I am waiting next to the phone and checking every 20 minutes to be sure wasn’t out of order.
Yes, oh yes, I admit that I was a moron.
And I also admit I would sit around waiting for his call all weekend and he never DID call.
Finally, on Monday evenings, about 8 PM Bob would call.
He would act as though nothing happened, and casually
say something like’” Say, honey, was I supposed to call you or something this weekend.”
Do you think I had enough confidence to say
“ Yes you certainly were, and I’m sick of waiting for you ?”
No, this gutless wonder didn’t say that.
Instead I said,
” Gee, Bob, I was hoping to hear from you, but I suppose you were busy”.
He always mumbled at me-“Yes-I got busy, so I hope you didn’t sit around waiting.”
“Oh, no , I lied, “I knew you were busy”. I always gave him an
easy way out to excuse his “forgetting”.
Just before the gods of stupidity were about to crown me The Queen of codependency, fate took a beneficial turn.
There was a formal dance for my sorority; a spring gala, and I had bought a
formal evening gown, matching heels, and went to the beauty parlor- new hairdo new fake nails- pedicure the whole shot.
Maxxed out my minimal credit card limit.
Bob and I had talked about this dance date for at least six
weeks. He told me he would pick me off at my sorority house at 7:00in his tux. I talked to him about noon the day of the dance, and he said he might be a little late, about 7:15, but don’t worry.
At 7PM, I sat in the lobby of my sorority house , waiting, knowing that I had a few minutes to kill.
It is now 715; everybody else’s date is arriving, corsage in hand.
It is now 7:30, and the guys picking up my sorority sisters, corsages in hand, are becoming fewer and fewer.
Bob is not among them. It is now 7:45, and my heart is starting to
pound. I am terrified the he is been an accident, so I called his frat house; nobody answers the phone. That is because they’re probably all out on dates or at the dance.
I let the phone rang a few more times and finally some guy answers and I asked for Bob.
He says” He’s not here. He left for the dance in his tux at least half an hour ago.”
I say to myself, “ Oh, silly me, it’s just a misunderstanding, and he’s going to meet me at the dance, instead of coming over here. He’s probably sitting over there waiting for me right now, and wondering where I am .
I better get
my little self right over to the dance.
So I fly out the door to the dance, run over to the social hall where the dance is being held; I was so prepared to apologize for keeping him waiting.
I get to the room where the dance is being held, I see a room full of gorgeous people, formal dresses, guys in tuxes and then I see Bob dancing with a gorgeous red head in powder blue who I immediately recognize from another sorority.
I waved at Bob, and he just turned his back on me. I was so surprised sure he could not see me. When the dance was over I walked over to him and said , “I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t realize I suppose to me to meet you here”.
He stared at me as though he did not even know me.
.Then he said, “I don’t know what you are talking about, Wendy” is my date. “”
I was too stunned to even reply. Wendy just stood there and smirked at me-and then they whirled away and started dancing. I walked home crying, and finally had to admit to myself that I was the biggest idiot on earth and I had allowed him to treat
me like this for virtually the entire time of our relationship.
I had brought this on myself, I wasn’t strong enough or
had enough self-confidence to tell him that his behavior was unacceptable, irresponsible disrespectful and find somebody else.
I never had manage the courage to demand respect.
• The sun did rise on the next day and late that next evening Bob called-and said
“ I guess we had a little misunderstanding. Then tried to laugh it off
and said “Hey honey, I do still have a spot in your address book?”
I said “No, in fact I inked you out.-permanently.”
A very mild rejoinder- but remember- we TEACH people how to treat us…Teach them well…
JILTGIRL SAYS
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