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Sour Gummy Worms

Today I am thankful for sour gummy worms.
 
It's October. 
 
I hate October and November. 
 
Up until last month, every man who ever asked me out was a Scorpio.  The last guy was a Leo.  He's drama free and an open book.  I had to run away from him because I found his openness and honesty to be incredibly hotter than trying to guess what was going on.   I'm not going to mention what he looked like....and what it makes me think of doing because that would get me in trouble.  
 
The problem, though, was I didn't know we were on a date. 
 
I thought we were friends but I caught the way he looked at me when I was talking to another guy. 
 
Oh, I'm a little slow.  He is really cute and fun and available.  Alas, I am not so available due to my inability to disentangle myself from what amounts to little more than Scorpio blackmail. 
 
I'm working on it. 
 
Then a Scorpio ex became jealous.  I think he hacked my Facebook account and made a threat to the lion.  He's been acting stupid and wanting to get back with me.  ***
 
I don't understand the blocking me on Facebook thingy either.  I don't care but when he leaves comments on my relatives pages and I can't see them, I know he blocked me. 
 
What, does he not like my face? 
 
I changed my profile pic so he doesn't have to look at it. 
 
If the man can't stand me, why can't he let me go?
 
Oh, I wish he could find a new love and move on. 
 
Poor thing....
 
I'll never understand.   I don't even know how to write about it in a coherent fashion.  How do I process it?
 
It's like they live in a world devoid of any meaning except the emotion that they feel at that moment. 
 
It's crazy. 
 
For me, it is NOW birthday party avoidance season.  I hate it.  I have to buy the obligatory gifts for the exes that I have children and/or other relatives in common with.  I never put my name on the package, their kids present them to the recepient.  I mean, they get their little feelings hurt so easily and I can't stand to see a strong guy cry. 
 
For some reason, my Scorpio exes remind me of sour gummy worms. 
 
I don't know why.  It is probably because my daughter used to love to make her daddy worms and dirt for his birthday.  It is a chocolate cake, ground up and mixed with pudding.  She liked to hide sour gummy worms in the middle of it.   He'd pretend to be all grossed out and eat it up saying that he likes everything his daughter makes for him. 
 
It was actually kind of cute to watch. 
 
They make decent dads but, uh, I can't handle their craziness and the violence.  Oh lord, what in the world is up with that?   
 
He and his Scorpio ilk remind me of sour gummy worms. 
 
They are really super sour on the outside and sweet on the inside.
 
You want to suck on them to get to the sweet stuff. 
 
You put up with their sour puss ways in front of their friends knowing that they're going to give you a sweet thrill when you get home.
 
But sadly, you can only stand so much sour crap before you get sick to your stomach. 
 
This is why I'm skinny. 
 
I can't eat. 
 
Happy Birthday. 
 
Excuse me while I pretend to be out of town for the next thrity some days.
 
Love ya,
 
S. 

*** Edit March 2015:

So, there was an issue at that time where the Leo guy (Steve) claimed that a man (Michael) threatened him via my account.  He said that the man claimed to be my husband.

I could not find proof of anyone hacking my account that day.  I did find another Facebook account with my name that didn't belong to me.  I couldn't sign in, so I assumed the person made a fake account to attack Steve.

I wasn't sure exactly what to do.  I tried logging into the other account.  I couldn't so I let it go.  Maybe there is another person with my name in the city I live in. 

After a few months, the stalking got worse.  Someone hacked into my Facebook account from the city where Shannon and Doug supposedly lived (FB sends a notification when people log on and I can see the IP address in the control panel).  I asked Steve for proof of the message he allegedly received so I could take it to the police with all of my other evidence.

That was when Steve told me that he didn't remember it happening. He posted a status claiming that my ex-husband threatened him but when it came time to prove it to me, he said it didn't happen.  Maybe the aim was to embarrass me?
I don't know. 

It was weird because when I asked Steve, he immediately changed the subject.  He started to claim that he got hit by the local light rail train because he was riding his bike on the tracks. 

The local RTD board member I asked certainly does not remember that incident.  He would remember something like that.  This was when I began to doubt that my friend was who he claimed to be. 



I can't believe that I said that Leo was Drama free.

HaHa HaHa...the joke is on me.

Oh LORD....if there was no drama to be found, he 'effin made it up. 


I hope he found an actress to take the stage with....

I could go on and on about some of the crap he pulled.....


there were no threats. 


He just made 'em up as he went along. 

I take back what I said about Scorpios.  They don't seem to be about drama.



I tire of the drama. 



Love ya,

S. 

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