So here it is. You made me really like you. You asked me to spend the night all the time. You told me I was "an awesome girl" and said that you "liked me a lot." So after all of this, why couldn''t you throw me a freaking line and let me know you weren''t into me anymore? Why do some guys think it is their God-given right to just blow girls off? I seriously don''t get it. I liked you a lot. I really, really did. Why couldn''t you have called me, texted me, facebooked me, or even sent me a freaking E-MAIL to let me know what I did and why you didn''t want to see me anymore. Just breaking off contact is not cool. You have reinforced my opinion on Fratties. Thank you so much! I have finally realized which ones to watch out for...and yes you are included in that category! You are not God''s gift to women. You are not the hottest f''ing guy on Milledge Avenue. Actually, you''re really not even that hot... You''re a "personality" kind of guy... Oh wait, that''s sh** too. Nevermind. You actually have nothing going for you. I wish I would have listened to the people that told me that.
But I write this not to hate against guys in Fraternities. I think they''re great. I''m not just a stupid girl like most of the people who will post on this think. I write this to express my gratitude to the guy that royally screwed me over.
So thank you, a**hole. This new semester is better than I ever thought it would be. I have the most confidence that I have ever had and I feel good about myself for the first time in a long time. Looking back on it, I realize that I am better than you and I do deserve better. And now I know the quality of guy that I want...
And it''s definitely not a dried-out, akward, and chubby "southern boy" wanna-be like you.
And good God, please stop wearing clothes that look like your mother placed on your bed the night before. You look like a child. If you want to be the true "frat-star" that you strive to be, lose the long-sleeved shirts that you wear downtown buttoned up to your chin. You look like f***ing Bob Saget. Seriously.
