Tuesday, October 18, 2011
This is communism at its finest. The protesters on Wall Street are calling for socialism, which always leads to communism.
I can usually stomach a lot. Blood and guts don't usually phase me. They usually put me in "fix it" or "HELP the person" mode. This is gruesome to watch. This is communism at its finest. The protesters on Wall Street are calling for socialism, which always leads to communism.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
More links for the FRAUDULENT SponsoredWhips.com.
Please see these reviews as well:
http://www.j-body.org/forums/read.php?f=1&i=361540&t=361540
http://www.bbb.org/delaware/business-reviews/advertising-specialties/sponsoredwhips-com-in-wilmington-de-6000979/
http://www.teamshelby.com/forums/index.php?/topic/50680-beware-of-sponsoredwhips/
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=7546056179&topic=15633
http://www.lxforums.com/board/showthread.php?t=118062
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/weird/T6HMPQ20INJ94RJDV
http://www.ripoffreport.com/body-work-repair/sponsored-whips/sponsored-whips-par-mahini-t-752e8.htm
http://www.ripoffreport.com/auto-advertising-services/sponsoredwhips-com/sponsoredwhips-com-sponsoredwh-fxff8.htm
http://backfires.caranddriver.com/forums/124/posts/61279-sponsoredwhips-com-are-they-a-scam
http://www.j-body.org/forums/read.php?f=1&i=361540&t=361540
http://www.bbb.org/delaware/business-reviews/advertising-specialties/sponsoredwhips-com-in-wilmington-de-6000979/
http://www.teamshelby.com/forums/index.php?/topic/50680-beware-of-sponsoredwhips/
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=7546056179&topic=15633
http://www.lxforums.com/board/showthread.php?t=118062
http://www.topix.com/forum/news/weird/T6HMPQ20INJ94RJDV
http://www.ripoffreport.com/body-work-repair/sponsored-whips/sponsored-whips-par-mahini-t-752e8.htm
http://www.ripoffreport.com/auto-advertising-services/sponsoredwhips-com/sponsoredwhips-com-sponsoredwh-fxff8.htm
http://backfires.caranddriver.com/forums/124/posts/61279-sponsoredwhips-com-are-they-a-scam
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Press Release: Car parts sponsorship by sponsoredwhips.com is a scam.
PARHAM MAHANI, AKA "Tomas Sley" gladly provides fraudulent car sponsorship co-ordination efforts via the Internet and ads on www.facebook.com.
Their main rep, "Tomas Sley" sells a good story, and I bit the hook just to see if I could add some input into the rumors of legitimacy in that "industry." His shtick is they only guarantee your satisfaction for the 1st 30 days ("money back"), and says that daily communication is essential to the guarantee. I decided to give it a shot, and for $200, the possibility of payout isn't any worse that a slot machine. Who doesn't have $200 to take a chance? What is that? 2 weeks of gasoline? big deal. I'll bite.
Anyway, the first 3 weeks he calls 2-3 times per day, and regardless of my contact for a refund just under the 30 days, which thoroughly pissed him off, I didn't receive it, but his contact and lies turn to some pretty muddy shit.
I told him from the start, if he wasn't going to hold up to his promises, I'd tear him up. So far, I have 25(and counting) separate blogs that I'm posting to, and, additionally, I have reported him and his company to www.IC3.gov, the FBI's Internet crimes division. Next is www.snopes.com. I am a 43-yr-old guy that is highly educated and a lot of legal expertise, to put it mildly. I gave him warning up front. I have old received a welcome letter and a business card from him in the mail, with some of the card handwritten. Pure class.
He sells the "product" of "co-ordinating" contact with auto parts and services company marketing divisions to obtain a tricked-out car, and saying you'll get free gas, insurance, car payment, etc, and all you have to do is drive the car in high-visibility areas and go to 3 car shows per year. Not a bad return on investment if it's legit, but it isn't. He even promises people their car might end up in their company booth at SEMA (www.SEMA), the industry's premier convention each year. I played along, took notes, recorder every conversation, and now, here we are. I don't just want to get the FBI to take him down...I want to expose him for what he/it is: a con. SO, here is his contact information, for all to see.
Tomas Sley
Cell Phone: 302-521-0023
Work: 302-543-5198
Work2: 302-235-8526
The last # is his "direct" line, and "they" are in Delaware, so time it accordingly.
His real information from the delaware corporation commission can be found at:
https://delecorp.delaware.gov/tin/controller
type in the company name, "sponsored whips" and you can get all of the information you need, which is, as follows:
Entity Details THIS IS NOT A STATEMENT OF GOOD STANDING
File Number: 4323557 Incorporation Date / Formation Date: 03/23/2007
(mm/dd/yyyy)
Entity Name: SPONSORED WHIPS LLC
Entity Kind: LIMITED LIABILITY COMPANY (LLC) Entity Type: GENERAL
Residency: DOMESTIC State: DE
REGISTERED AGENT INFORMATION
Name: PARHAM MAHANI
Address: 2517 ST. GEORGE ST.
City: WILMINGTON County: NEW CASTLE
State: DE Postal Code: 19808
Phone:
Additionally, if you have been taken for a ride by this dipshit, please contact the Delaware State's Attorney General's office at:
http://attorneygeneral.delaware.gov/
Furthermore,
He never has time to talk, always "promises and swears" he will call me back, which never happens, and talks extremely fast, as to suggest he's REALLY busy securing not only your sponsorships, but also for other people as well. He never verbally ends a call. He asks if he can "call right back", and then hangs up. He never even waits for an answer.
Bottom line, it's a scam. A fraud. Anyone else that posts otherwise is probably one of his circle-jerk buddies trying to discredit the negative post and threaten legal action. Word to the wise, "Tomas", you will never beat me at this game. I'm probably close to double your age, and, as the old saying goes, "Old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill." You will never be able to outwit me, get me to stop, or be satisfied with anything other than you never being employable again until you die. Don't even think for a second that refunding my $200 means more to me than the white spots on your floor in from of your computer. I couldn't care less. I didn't go into this with an open mind. I was expecting you to be the douchebag you have proven yourself to be.
Their main rep, "Tomas Sley" sells a good story, and I bit the hook just to see if I could add some input into the rumors of legitimacy in that "industry." His shtick is they only guarantee your satisfaction for the 1st 30 days ("money back"), and says that daily communication is essential to the guarantee. I decided to give it a shot, and for $200, the possibility of payout isn't any worse that a slot machine. Who doesn't have $200 to take a chance? What is that? 2 weeks of gasoline? big deal. I'll bite.
Anyway, the first 3 weeks he calls 2-3 times per day, and regardless of my contact for a refund just under the 30 days, which thoroughly pissed him off, I didn't receive it, but his contact and lies turn to some pretty muddy shit.
I told him from the start, if he wasn't going to hold up to his promises, I'd tear him up. So far, I have 25(and counting) separate blogs that I'm posting to, and, additionally, I have reported him and his company to www.IC3.gov, the FBI's Internet crimes division. Next is www.snopes.com. I am a 43-yr-old guy that is highly educated and a lot of legal expertise, to put it mildly. I gave him warning up front. I have old received a welcome letter and a business card from him in the mail, with some of the card handwritten. Pure class.
He sells the "product" of "co-ordinating" contact with auto parts and services company marketing divisions to obtain a tricked-out car, and saying you'll get free gas, insurance, car payment, etc, and all you have to do is drive the car in high-visibility areas and go to 3 car shows per year. Not a bad return on investment if it's legit, but it isn't. He even promises people their car might end up in their company booth at SEMA (www.SEMA), the industry's premier convention each year. I played along, took notes, recorder every conversation, and now, here we are. I don't just want to get the FBI to take him down...I want to expose him for what he/it is: a con. SO, here is his contact information, for all to see.
Tomas Sley
Cell Phone: 302-521-0023
Work: 302-543-5198
Work2: 302-235-8526
The last # is his "direct" line, and "they" are in Delaware, so time it accordingly.
His real information from the delaware corporation commission can be found at:
https://delecorp.delaware.gov/tin/controller
type in the company name, "sponsored whips" and you can get all of the information you need, which is, as follows:
Entity Details THIS IS NOT A STATEMENT OF GOOD STANDING
File Number: 4323557 Incorporation Date / Formation Date: 03/23/2007
(mm/dd/yyyy)
Entity Name: SPONSORED WHIPS LLC
Entity Kind: LIMITED LIABILITY COMPANY (LLC) Entity Type: GENERAL
Residency: DOMESTIC State: DE
REGISTERED AGENT INFORMATION
Name: PARHAM MAHANI
Address: 2517 ST. GEORGE ST.
City: WILMINGTON County: NEW CASTLE
State: DE Postal Code: 19808
Phone:
Additionally, if you have been taken for a ride by this dipshit, please contact the Delaware State's Attorney General's office at:
http://attorneygeneral.delaware.gov/
Furthermore,
He never has time to talk, always "promises and swears" he will call me back, which never happens, and talks extremely fast, as to suggest he's REALLY busy securing not only your sponsorships, but also for other people as well. He never verbally ends a call. He asks if he can "call right back", and then hangs up. He never even waits for an answer.
Bottom line, it's a scam. A fraud. Anyone else that posts otherwise is probably one of his circle-jerk buddies trying to discredit the negative post and threaten legal action. Word to the wise, "Tomas", you will never beat me at this game. I'm probably close to double your age, and, as the old saying goes, "Old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill." You will never be able to outwit me, get me to stop, or be satisfied with anything other than you never being employable again until you die. Don't even think for a second that refunding my $200 means more to me than the white spots on your floor in from of your computer. I couldn't care less. I didn't go into this with an open mind. I was expecting you to be the douchebag you have proven yourself to be.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sears' customer service SUCKS!
On salescheck #025395135250, I bought a nice small jacket for my daughter. Although she loved the way it looks, it fit a little odd for her taste. I spent $39.99 on it, and it was not on sale. My purchase was on 11/10/2010. I bought some other items, which enabled me to receive a $10 giftcard, which I was happy about. I did not know this promotion was going on, so it was a welcomed surprise.
My daughter finally brought me the jacket to return, with the tags still on it, and so we drove the 1.25 hour trip and returned it at the store I bought it at.
I did not spend/redeem the gift card. After waiting a while for someone to make the return, I was informed they would be reducing the amount of the return by the amount of the $10 gift card. FYI, I paid cash for the jacket. As we were going to get another jacket for her right then anyway, it didn't matter. Or so I thought. When we returned to the cashier, I gave them the gift card and cash, to which she told me the gift card was expired. She then showed me the dates it was good was only from 11/15 - 11/20. I told her to get a manager. Politely, I explained to him the situation, and he told me to call the gift card issuer and they will send me something. I said, Well, I'm here, and I'm telling YOU."
He said it doesn't work that way, and walked off. I told the cashier how screwed up that is, and that I wasn't angry with her, but he just pissed off the wrong guy.
So here I am. I am copying this post to the 1082 friends I have on Facebook, and the 4200 followers of my blog. I am also going to request they repost it.
After reading the posts on your "Worst customer service ever" thread on this site, I can see why the thread is locked. The utter and brazen egotistical tone the Sears "Senior" csr gave in his replies was abominable. That guy should be fired as well. Oh, and by the way, I spent 20+ minutes on the phone just trying to get through to the customer feedback area of Sears, to tell them. Now that I have had time to formulate my thoughts more clearly before writing, I am able to keep the 'F" word from being in the conversation and be every other word. I've happily moved from pissed off to in "revenge mode." Yes, I'm afraid this IS all over $10. Actually, it's about the $10 SEARS STOLE from me. Congrats on finally being able to close your catalog division. I see that your purchase of KMart has done well for your reputation as the Slumlord of discount retail.
Don't think for a second I won't take this "All the way"... I've already spent this much time on it. What is a couple dozen "copy and paste" keystrokes at this point?
Have a nice day! :)
My daughter finally brought me the jacket to return, with the tags still on it, and so we drove the 1.25 hour trip and returned it at the store I bought it at.
I did not spend/redeem the gift card. After waiting a while for someone to make the return, I was informed they would be reducing the amount of the return by the amount of the $10 gift card. FYI, I paid cash for the jacket. As we were going to get another jacket for her right then anyway, it didn't matter. Or so I thought. When we returned to the cashier, I gave them the gift card and cash, to which she told me the gift card was expired. She then showed me the dates it was good was only from 11/15 - 11/20. I told her to get a manager. Politely, I explained to him the situation, and he told me to call the gift card issuer and they will send me something. I said, Well, I'm here, and I'm telling YOU."
He said it doesn't work that way, and walked off. I told the cashier how screwed up that is, and that I wasn't angry with her, but he just pissed off the wrong guy.
So here I am. I am copying this post to the 1082 friends I have on Facebook, and the 4200 followers of my blog. I am also going to request they repost it.
After reading the posts on your "Worst customer service ever" thread on this site, I can see why the thread is locked. The utter and brazen egotistical tone the Sears "Senior" csr gave in his replies was abominable. That guy should be fired as well. Oh, and by the way, I spent 20+ minutes on the phone just trying to get through to the customer feedback area of Sears, to tell them. Now that I have had time to formulate my thoughts more clearly before writing, I am able to keep the 'F" word from being in the conversation and be every other word. I've happily moved from pissed off to in "revenge mode." Yes, I'm afraid this IS all over $10. Actually, it's about the $10 SEARS STOLE from me. Congrats on finally being able to close your catalog division. I see that your purchase of KMart has done well for your reputation as the Slumlord of discount retail.
Don't think for a second I won't take this "All the way"... I've already spent this much time on it. What is a couple dozen "copy and paste" keystrokes at this point?
Have a nice day! :)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Getting What You Want, Wanting What You Get
Getting What You Want, Wanting What You Get
An Unbiased Study of Feminism
June 29, 2010
I see where women, or college girls anyway, are honking and blowing most fierce about how they don’t like the way sex works nowadays. Yeah. It seems that the hook-up is in flower. This means that the girl meets some guy on a bus or in a remedial-reading class in college or finds herself in the same elevator, and he says, “Let’s screw,” and she does, maybe right there in the elevator, and then she’s all mad because she did, and because he did; men, the bastards.
I was born too soon.
What seems to get their panties in a bunch is that they offer their favors to passersby like soap companies handing out shampoo samples, but without the intimacy or the caring, and then grouse because the guy doesn’t call them back. Why would he? Give me one reason.
What I don’t get is, why are women bitching? This is the world they wanted. They clawed and scratched and burned their bras and had court cases and threw fits to get exactly what they have. They hated men because, they said, men weren’t letting them copulate frantically like men had always wanted them to. Men, or more likely their mothers, didn’t let them make themselves unattractive by dressing like hod-carriers and swearing like sailors. Finally men gave in and now women hate them for that. Whatever happened to gratitude?
When I was a young stud—well, young anyway—in high school and college, girls were still oppressed, which meant that a guy knew he probably wasn’t going to get laid, so he might as well find a girl he really enjoyed being with and cared about. The idea slowly leaked into his hormonally disabled psyche that girls and women were kind of special. You could actually like one. Sure, a guy made pawing motions because he was expected to, and she went along to a minor extent. But that was it.
So she didn’t feel used or hooked up with because she hadn’t been, and he thought he was damned lucky to have her. It was a concept of sorts.
But then came fem-lib. A torrent of really nasty dykes with politically-significant hairy armpits started yowling about how it wasn’t fair that men could cat around and women couldn’t. Then the "Pill" shifted the paradigm into high gear. Girls could now Do It in relative security, and abortion, also championed by feminists, provided sure-fire back-up. There was now no reason why a woman shouldn’t say Yes.
Which meant—Oh bliss!—that she had little excuse for saying No. Sally Sue might have teeth like pearls and brains and perky tits and a wacky sense of humor and actually be quite a prize, but sex trumps art. If Sally didn’t say Yes, she knew that Greta would. Women had commoditized themselves. It was a marvelous thing for the testosterone wads we think of as college boys.
It quickly came to the old country saw with fangs: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Guys learned that they could say, “Check your oil, lady?” and it worked. Praise de Lawd! Gloria Steinem and Andrea Fire-Plug-with-Leprosy Dworkin had done what men had failed to do in millennia: produce a race of obligately loose women.
Women, never happy, discovered that they didn’t like this either. They wanted the right to rut, but not the duty. Unfortunately the two were a package. What they really wanted was to…get married, or at least be in a meaningful relationship with a guy who really cared about them. Being less adept than men at getting outside of their own heads, they didn’t understand why a lot of men were happy single. For a guy, serial monogamy was fine. So was hooking up. Soap flakes are soap flakes.
But it was what women had deliberately brought about.
Apparently, not being too good at abstraction, they didn’t understand that a man can be perfectly happy with casual sex, scuba gear, and a Harley. Left to himself, he would never think of having a Volvo station wagon, a boring McMansion with a backbreaking mortgage, or a wedded termagant who wouldn’t let him go out with his friends. He doesn’t see himself as exploiting his one-night stands. He didn’t tell them he was looking for a soul mate, and may well have told them he wasn’t. (Fortunately they never believe it.) He probably isn’t contemptuous of them. He just wants a piece of ass, and figures she must have been taken by the idea, since she did it.
Certain dialogs become common:
“All you want is sex!”
“Uh…what else have you got?” or “So what?”
Or, “Marriage? Why? Would sex be better? Would food taste better? I don’t get it.”
Or, “A caring relationship doesn’t make sense. Do you want to eat in the same restaurant all your life?”
Marriage of course has only the function of getting the woman’s legal hooks into the guy. It’s a set-up aimed at child support and nothing else.
Anyway, it was the world women crafted, but somehow it didn’t suit them. Nothing does. They relapsed to their default position: Furious.
To make matters worse, women decided that they wanted to be men, or like men, or one of the guys, or some equally awful thing. Enter Anti-Viagra: the little blue blazer with shoulder pads, and the floppy pants-suit suitable for a trailer park outside of Las Vegas. These had the appeal of truss ads and alone would have dropped the birth rate below ZPG, but then came the Chip. As women entered what had been a male workplace, they found that they didn’t much like it, precisely because it was male. Angry as always, they set about neutering all things male, with wild success.
The Chip was the view that they weren’t going to take any crap, accompanied by a constant search for crap not to take. Hating men gave them a horsepower unavailable to males, who didn’t hate women but just wanted to get away from them.
Here again, women got what they wanted. Much favored them. Though they knew less about politics than do men, they voted in larger numbers and, since they did the shopping and liked buying things, they discovered that they had tremendous economic clout. They couldn’t compete well with men, but didn’t have to: Affirmative action worked just fine.
Except somehow it didn’t. One triumph after another somehow didn’t make them happy. They chased boys out of college, providing the satisfactions of vengeance for a crime never committed, but it engendered the hook-up culture, and they hate men for it. They pressured the divorce courts to rape men, and now hate men—the beasts—for not marrying them.
I dunno, Brothels and Cisterns. It seems to me that the feminists got just what they wanted. They made their bed. Now let them lie in it. But quietly. Oh please, quietly.
An Unbiased Study of Feminism
June 29, 2010
I see where women, or college girls anyway, are honking and blowing most fierce about how they don’t like the way sex works nowadays. Yeah. It seems that the hook-up is in flower. This means that the girl meets some guy on a bus or in a remedial-reading class in college or finds herself in the same elevator, and he says, “Let’s screw,” and she does, maybe right there in the elevator, and then she’s all mad because she did, and because he did; men, the bastards.
I was born too soon.
What seems to get their panties in a bunch is that they offer their favors to passersby like soap companies handing out shampoo samples, but without the intimacy or the caring, and then grouse because the guy doesn’t call them back. Why would he? Give me one reason.
What I don’t get is, why are women bitching? This is the world they wanted. They clawed and scratched and burned their bras and had court cases and threw fits to get exactly what they have. They hated men because, they said, men weren’t letting them copulate frantically like men had always wanted them to. Men, or more likely their mothers, didn’t let them make themselves unattractive by dressing like hod-carriers and swearing like sailors. Finally men gave in and now women hate them for that. Whatever happened to gratitude?
When I was a young stud—well, young anyway—in high school and college, girls were still oppressed, which meant that a guy knew he probably wasn’t going to get laid, so he might as well find a girl he really enjoyed being with and cared about. The idea slowly leaked into his hormonally disabled psyche that girls and women were kind of special. You could actually like one. Sure, a guy made pawing motions because he was expected to, and she went along to a minor extent. But that was it.
So she didn’t feel used or hooked up with because she hadn’t been, and he thought he was damned lucky to have her. It was a concept of sorts.
But then came fem-lib. A torrent of really nasty dykes with politically-significant hairy armpits started yowling about how it wasn’t fair that men could cat around and women couldn’t. Then the "Pill" shifted the paradigm into high gear. Girls could now Do It in relative security, and abortion, also championed by feminists, provided sure-fire back-up. There was now no reason why a woman shouldn’t say Yes.
Which meant—Oh bliss!—that she had little excuse for saying No. Sally Sue might have teeth like pearls and brains and perky tits and a wacky sense of humor and actually be quite a prize, but sex trumps art. If Sally didn’t say Yes, she knew that Greta would. Women had commoditized themselves. It was a marvelous thing for the testosterone wads we think of as college boys.
It quickly came to the old country saw with fangs: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Guys learned that they could say, “Check your oil, lady?” and it worked. Praise de Lawd! Gloria Steinem and Andrea Fire-Plug-with-Leprosy Dworkin had done what men had failed to do in millennia: produce a race of obligately loose women.
Women, never happy, discovered that they didn’t like this either. They wanted the right to rut, but not the duty. Unfortunately the two were a package. What they really wanted was to…get married, or at least be in a meaningful relationship with a guy who really cared about them. Being less adept than men at getting outside of their own heads, they didn’t understand why a lot of men were happy single. For a guy, serial monogamy was fine. So was hooking up. Soap flakes are soap flakes.
But it was what women had deliberately brought about.
Apparently, not being too good at abstraction, they didn’t understand that a man can be perfectly happy with casual sex, scuba gear, and a Harley. Left to himself, he would never think of having a Volvo station wagon, a boring McMansion with a backbreaking mortgage, or a wedded termagant who wouldn’t let him go out with his friends. He doesn’t see himself as exploiting his one-night stands. He didn’t tell them he was looking for a soul mate, and may well have told them he wasn’t. (Fortunately they never believe it.) He probably isn’t contemptuous of them. He just wants a piece of ass, and figures she must have been taken by the idea, since she did it.
Certain dialogs become common:
“All you want is sex!”
“Uh…what else have you got?” or “So what?”
Or, “Marriage? Why? Would sex be better? Would food taste better? I don’t get it.”
Or, “A caring relationship doesn’t make sense. Do you want to eat in the same restaurant all your life?”
Marriage of course has only the function of getting the woman’s legal hooks into the guy. It’s a set-up aimed at child support and nothing else.
Anyway, it was the world women crafted, but somehow it didn’t suit them. Nothing does. They relapsed to their default position: Furious.
To make matters worse, women decided that they wanted to be men, or like men, or one of the guys, or some equally awful thing. Enter Anti-Viagra: the little blue blazer with shoulder pads, and the floppy pants-suit suitable for a trailer park outside of Las Vegas. These had the appeal of truss ads and alone would have dropped the birth rate below ZPG, but then came the Chip. As women entered what had been a male workplace, they found that they didn’t much like it, precisely because it was male. Angry as always, they set about neutering all things male, with wild success.
The Chip was the view that they weren’t going to take any crap, accompanied by a constant search for crap not to take. Hating men gave them a horsepower unavailable to males, who didn’t hate women but just wanted to get away from them.
Here again, women got what they wanted. Much favored them. Though they knew less about politics than do men, they voted in larger numbers and, since they did the shopping and liked buying things, they discovered that they had tremendous economic clout. They couldn’t compete well with men, but didn’t have to: Affirmative action worked just fine.
Except somehow it didn’t. One triumph after another somehow didn’t make them happy. They chased boys out of college, providing the satisfactions of vengeance for a crime never committed, but it engendered the hook-up culture, and they hate men for it. They pressured the divorce courts to rape men, and now hate men—the beasts—for not marrying them.
I dunno, Brothels and Cisterns. It seems to me that the feminists got just what they wanted. They made their bed. Now let them lie in it. But quietly. Oh please, quietly.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day Weekend revelations and retrospects
Txt conversation between a good friend of mine and I:
(Friend) Did u have some sort of revelation today...FB Post...
(Me) I did.
(Me) The emails have been interesting.
(Friend) I bet.
(Friend) Say, you're not in any shape or form mad at me, right?
(Me) Nope. I think our conversation last night made me think. It made me realize I was attracted to things I couldn't have. Just needed a reality check. Maybe it was my sanity safety net.
(Friend) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way but I don't think I ever led u on either. I believe I made it clear from the start we would just be friends.
(Friend) I hope there is nothing wrong with that. :)
(Me) My txt to you last night was just a joke. I was kidding. Then my mind wandered, and I started thinking of my wife (we'll divorced in a week). Then it moved on from memories of the good times to memories of the bad times. Then to utter disgust at the thought of her having sex with the fat guy she's dating. Then I sat there for a minute and realized I needed to put my big-boy boxers on and get on with my life. There is someone out there that will appreciate me in the way I need to be, and who wants to be adored and cherished like I am capable of, and good at, doing. And I'll be DAMNED if I'm not going to find her!
(Friend) Wow...U had quite an interesting evening!!! I'm sure there is somebody out there for you - just don't force it. U know, let it happen naturally.
(Then - off to unrelated conversation)
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