Only in Evansville can you be hassled by twelve year old shirtless boys in the back of their dad's pickup truck in the parking lot of Dairy Queen not once but THRICE. "Big Dick" and "Picnic" both technically make sense, but since neither was true, it seems likely that "you guys look like queers" was also probably not true. Whew. I mean, Janel and Stacey and I are definitely prime fodder for a well-constructed "you guys look like queers" taunt, but Chris? Come on, the boy is as straight as they come. And sitting around with a bunch of girls, one of whom badly wants in his pants (I'll leave the determination up to you, but here's a hint: rhymes with "NStacey" and isn't Janel or Liz) shouldn't prompt such a poorly thought out "insult." I don't remember so much trash existing in all the world when I was their age, let alone all in the back of one truck.
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First off, I think we should all take a minute to reflect on how BAD this ex-boy of Stacey's sucks. It's always annoying when something that seems potentially cool fizzles, and then to find out only months later that indeed he had a mysterious girlfriend, and to find out that he was saying bullshit about the whole thing, would be too much for me to swallow maturely. People who talk made-up shit need to be put in their place, be it with the power of reason, my feet, or my fists. After careful consideration and closer examination of the facts, I think that boy is a manipulative, self-serving bitch of a person and deserves nothing but contempt. Sometimes people make honest mistakes when they get themselves in over their heads and then, sometimes, we have examples like him. All you ever did was try to show him a semblance of love, and it seems like you've been lacking since. The hidden girlfriend was nothing you could even kind of prepare or defend yourself against, and he knew better. You don't try that hard to get into someone's pants and then try to cover your ass later by lying as hard as you can...I'm so revolted by his behavior, and so disturbed.
I wonder if he even meant to hurt you. It's a possibility that he thought somehow it was better to say the things he did rather than the truth, but obviously it wasn't the "best" thing for you. Thus, the boy is selfish, and all selfish people eventually get what's coming to them, even if it takes a couple years for the karma to catch up. Does he really think he'll get sympathy from bashing you and your insatiability (give me sex I need it i can't go ten minutes without it i dont care if you have a girlfriend please just do me) to people who know you better than he ever could have hoped to? Didn't he realize that the decent people you know form instant, lasting loyalties to you and would run to tell you? Surely this means he thought it would get back to you, and probably he thought you had already heard it by now. I imagine he thinks you heard, didn't care or weren't bothered by the news, and have continued to be nice to him. I think the mature thing to do would be mention it when he's being nice to you, as you've already stated you'll do.
The thing I would do, on the other hand....not so mature. I tend to fly into rages over things like this, stupid things based in some fictitious world where the person with the most to lose refuses to be honest with anyone (you, your friend Melissa, himself) and instead SELFISHLY tries to do you and keep the girlfriend on the side. I dont' think this boy was a very good "Player" and it's lucky for all of us you didn't fall harder than you did. I would hate to see any more time wasted mooning over this retard.
He's not worth your being upset, or your wasted time thinking about how things could have turned out differently, and I know you know it all already, but maybe it needs to be said for everyone's benefit all the same. Selfish people who hurt other people deserve all the shit we want to throw in their faces, and although you might never speak to him again and migt never really care whether he "got" the message, he will have heard you loud and clear, and if he has a shred of decency will bow out of your life for good.

I hate that you're upset, and I hate more that I can't wring his neck from here. I think the cathartic thing to do would be to write something scathing, something carefully constructed to hurt him as much as you possibly can with words...call him every mean name you can think of that applies to him, and say it in such a way that he knows you mean it. Tell him everything he's lacking and how worthless you now find him, and then throw in a dash of something unnecessary to make sure he understands your frustration. Then, if you feel ballsy, memorize the speech and yell it at him in front of the cafeteria. Or, if you never feel like that's an option, send it to him or tack it on his door, or put it somewhere he'll trip over it.
Part of you will feel better just for having written it, and even if you never give it to him you'll always know that you could, and if you did it would at least ruin his day. I find that my most overwhelming anger is usually calmed by putting thoughts on paper, no matter how little intent I have of sending it.
So I think you have some options, and I know you'll end up doing the mature thing and waiting for an appropriate time to confront him, and you should be commended for it. You always have the ability to tell him exactly what you think of him, and although it may not seem like much of a weapon, chances are good that he'll come away from your non-sexual tongue lashing with some soul-searching to do. Maybe he'll actually hear what you say, and who knows, maybe he feels guilty about what happened with you. Maybe you'll find the one button to push that makes him question everything about what he believes and how he behaves. Maybe you'll get through to him and stop it from ever happening to another person. then again, there's the chance that nothing you say will make a bit of difference, and all your smugness from having the last word will fade in time, and you'll be left with nothing to show for all your pain-staking Scathing Letter Writing. He might just be worthless, you know, and now that you know it you might just be better off taking the moral high ground and walking away. Dignity intact, of course, which is the most important thing.
Let him go be with those who can't or won't see him for what he really is. You're through with him.

And as far as the blow to your self-esteem, look at it this way. Of course people desire you. Chris wants quite badly to sleep with you, he told me himself (teehee). But really, you've had action since him and you'll always find more if you want it. This most recent guy liked you a lot, and Asshole even liked you, at least enough to want to sleep with you. He wasn't doing anything to hurt you specifically, I think he just didn't realize how special you are, and how observant and smart and cared for. I think he wanted an easy lay, and when he didn't find that in you it became too much of a struggle to balance the two sides of his existence. So he chose the Guaranteed Fucking route, and as much as that may suck since there were such cool things about him, he's just not worth your time. He ran like a fucking coward, and to make himself even more pathetic, he lied about something he should have been forthright about from the start. Oh, and then he lied to people whose loyalties lay with you, and that's where he crossed the line.
I think you'll recover nicely from the shock of all this; you are more resilient than anyone I know. Dont' let it get to you. It, as much as it may seem otherwise, was probably not about Hurting You. It was just a failed attempt to get more play than he needed and when he saw it collapsing, he bailed. Now you know. Good thing you weren't engaged and talking about baby names when you found out.
Trust is such an important part of any functional relationship, and once it's broken it's pretty much gone. You can't rebuild it overnight and he sure as shit can't expect you to want anything to do with him now that you know. I suggest you do what you think is best (duh) but know that I (and we) am always here for you if there's anything I can do to make this easier, or clearer, or something. Anything.
He didn't do this because youweren't good enough or pretty enough or anything enough, Stacey. He did it because he realized that you weren't going to make it easy for him to use you, and the effort he would have had to expend to keep everyone meaningful in the dark was too much for him. He's not good enough for YOU, and you know that. Don't let it get to you. Assholes come and go, and we've all had our share of ruined friendships and relationships that failed when people wanted more than we could give them, and as much as I hate to see you upset by this, I know you'll be completely fine. It's the rest of us we should worry about.

I love you, and I'm not the only one
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Today was the first day of summer school, my first ever day of summer school, and since all I'm taking is social psych (and the lab) and it's at 11:45, I already love the way this pseudo-semester is shaping up. I think routine will be much easier with a regular daily schedule, and that kicks ass.
I like my class already, whew, since this is one of my big possibilities for grad school that I can't seem to narrow down in my mind, and I'm hoping I love it.
And Hanako had time to sit down and talk to me about my honors thesis today, which is a big deal only to me, and that was cool of her. I think I pretty much know what I'll be going after, which is the hard part.
I've been watching Celebrity Jeopardy and laughing my ass off (all by myself) for about an hour now. I think that is my very favorite all-time best ever SNL skit. Possibly the greatest sketch comedy skit ever. I think a few of you have seen my cry and roll around on the floor watching it, so you'll understand. I loooooove that shit.
I've been on a baby kick lately, what with Hanako's latest and greatest being constantly around in the lab for me to hold and coo over, but I think I'm coming off the initial "OOOOOH a BABY" that I had. That baby poops a LOT, and eats a LOT, and although she's cute as all get out, well, um, she is really heavy after a couple minutes, and she's only 6 weeks old. I can only imagine lugging that around all the time. So I think it's safe to say I won't be making any silly pregnancy announcements lately. I'm officially off my baby kick.

Now. About all the summer birthdays and the fact that I won't be eligible for bar-hopping until finals week next semester. Chris I know, and everyone else should start planning ahead, is coming up to Bton for his 21st, and even if you're not old enough you should come too, or else I'll be crying all alone at home whining by myself. I think a grand birthday party for Mayor McBirthday is in order.

Eeh, I got bored writing about that. In fact, I am bored with typing. Do you ever wonder if anyone has a secret blog? I do all the time, and I swear I spent over an hour the other day typing in clever or witty addresses ending in blogspot.com and didn't find anything cool. Except for one you should check out, www.skyharbor.blogspot.com, which sounds SUSPICIOUSLY like Tim L but isn't ( at least, I think it's not...) he even talks about a girl named Hannah and his band. it's amusing.
I don't know why I am convinced that there are cool sites out there that aren't being linked to Stacey's, but I seem to be. Then again, I don't understand how these search engine thingys work, and I can't ever seem to get anything to bring up my page, let alone something rad like "hot babe pics college coeds" or whatever
eh. someday maybe

I vote that people I won't see as much this summer (I'm talking to Chris) start making their own blogs, so that I can read about their daily activites and stay caught up without having to write pesky emails (ahahah hahah ahah ahha ah)

Anyway, I'm going to go find more unintentionally funny blogs.