FACE BOOK FREEZE OUT!

Dear Lovely Ladies,
I have not been blogging much because I have been off cavorting with MOH. We have been having a grand ole romance. I haven't had this much fun since my ex-fiance and that ended in 2008. He is an Adonis in bed. I mean, he rocked my world! He even agreed to the contract before sex. He said he would be monogamous, meaning we would only have sex with each other, duh! He said he would have continuity, which means he would see me at least once a week. And he also, agreed to long term. We had sex like 8 times in a week. He wanted to see me every night and we couldn't get enough of each other. We went to Agape together and he introduced me to all his friends and even told his Mom about me. He called me, Mrs. MOH. He was the life of the party and had blinding charisma. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him. He took me to a heavy metal concert at the Key Club, where we hugged and made out like teenagers. In his words, "Who would have guessed, that at 43, I could ever feel this way again."

But all that came to a grinding halt, due to a Face Book comment I made. I innocently took a picture of a gopher coming out of the ground at yoga class and posted it on Face Book. Some guy, Charlie, made a dumb joke. He said, "he was just saying "gopher it." Get it? Go For It! gopher... go for... *sigh* never mind..."

Then MOH says, "small world...you know Chris...Chris you know Buffy...lol".

And I said, "Who's Buffy?"

MOH says, "you!"

It was kind of weird because he had never called me Buffy before and now he was calling me Buffy to his friend on Face Book. This was some sort of territorial thing but I didn't realize it at the time. Then Charlie says, "MOH is a former classmate of mine, Godess Girl... he's obviously starting the weekend festivities a bit early..."

By the way, does anyone know what means? I have no idea. So I chimed in and left the relationship destroying comment, "OBVIOUSLY". I mean, I was just going along with the joke with no intentions whatsoever to hurt MOH. I mean, why would I? I was having the time of my life with him. Then MOH starts instant messaging me that I was being so "not cool" to say that. So I of course apologized and deleted my comment. MOH goes on and on about how I am disloyal and how I showed my true colors. I asked for forgiveness and he said "no". He went on to call me a "liar" and thought I was private messaging Charlie and that we were in cahoots. I barely met Charlie once at a party and he is my Face Book friend. If you would have told me that Charlie would one day, cock block the best sex of my life, I wouldn't have believed you. If you would have told me the innocent picture I posted of a gopher would have caused me some serious heart ache, I wouldn't have bought it. It just goes to show how one event leads to another which leads to another. You can't predict or plan life.

It is now Monday night and MOH hasn't responded to my texts or calls all weekend. So I just gave up. I assume we are broken up. He is now officially on the 8 week plan. Eight weeks is a scientific number which has to do with how the male brain works. It takes three days for dendrites to form. Thirty days to soft wire and sixty days to hard wire. As much as I want to go to his apartment and beat down his door and demand that we talk it through, if nothing else to defend my integrity, I can't do that. I must remain aloof and distant so that he realizes how much he misses me. I have made my amends and asked for a time to talk and he bitterly refused me. So now is the time to out "fem" him. Remember the three P's, although, nearly impossible to do, they are our greatest weapon. PATIENCE, PASSIVITY AND PERSISTENCE. It can take a while, but all men eventually are defeated by the three P's. Once you feed a dog, he will always come back for a scrap. In fact, every guy I have ever slept with has eventually come back and wanted more. The most challenging part is seeing him on Face Book instant messenger and not im'ing him. I may even de-friend him, but I have to run it by my therapist. I probably won't though. I won't lower myself to his immature, high school behaviour. I will rise above it, and act as if it never happened. Ladies, I hate games and I wish I didn't have to play them, but at this stage, it is the only way I can get my power back. I know I can see him either Friday night at a party in Beverly Hills or at Agape Sunday.When I see him, I will act as if nothing's wrong, and keep it light and polite.

Beauties, I have to believe that when one door closes another one opens. That men are like buses, there's one coming every 10 minutes. I am glad I lost my 2010 virginity and that I had sex under contract. I am glad I had someone to play and practice with. He wasn't rich, he had two room mates and three cats. He was tight with his money and a total mama's boy. It would have never worked out long term and I am glad it only lasted three weeks. He was so cheap, he didn't even leave toilet paper in his bathroom because he didn't want his room mates to use it! Remember ladies, that REJECTION IS GOD'S PROTECTION. He is an acting coach to hoochie mama's and he posts disgusting Maxim style pictures of his students on his Face Book wall. He is not classy and reminds me of working class heroes like Steve Perry of Journey or Kid Rock. He told me every excuse why he couldn't be in a relationship and he latched onto a Face Book comment as his excuse to get out. As they say, "Thanks, for playing, MOH! Next contestant please!"

Until next time, pretty girls, smile like you mean it!

Ciao,

Goddess Girl