Thursday, September 18, 2008

Tables Turned. Now I'M the jerk...


So...remember how everyone in the world is on facebook? And remember how...well...everyone can see this blog? Ugh. Well, someone did see it. And I feel like a jerk. I didn't necessarily want to put this on my blog, but - I clearly was - wrong? Hmm. This is what he sent me in response to seeing my frightening assessment of his behavior. Despite my pride being slightly wounded, it's more important, I suppose, not to falsely portray someone...no matter what. (Though I still stand by my irritation in general. It just doesn't have a face anymore.) Here it is:

Hey DeeAura, I just really wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to offend you, though that is exactly what i did. I really do apologize if it seemed like i had a really big ego, among many other things, when talking with you, i was actually just nervous and didn't know what to say. I know that what little opinion you had of me probably went down even more, but i truly am sorry. You can put my apology in your blog if that would make you feel better, but the honest truth is that i just wanted to have fun with somebody that i thought was a friend.

*HEAVY SIGH* Sorry to this boy. I didn't mention his name before, so I won't now. This, I suppose, is one of the downfalls of "virtual communication." On both ends. Don't text message a girl for a date, and I won't misconstrue your intentions and therefore vent about it on my blog.

6 comments:

Aubrey said...

Everyone says stuff they shouldn't... I do it ALL THE TIME... I still love you!!! :)

the ginabean said...

Wow. I didn't see this one coming. *sigh* Don't you hate when stuff like that happens? (I'm talking about having a crap situation thrown upon you, trying to cope among the stress, and then being somewhat wrong about it? -I'm not saying that your feelings weren't valid! I would've been ranting about it right along side you! -You remember how passionate I can be...) Anyway...maybe this fella can learn a lesson as well? Like...don't text a gal to tell her "I'm taking you out." Even if you don't love talking on the phone, that's the way it's done. And don't TELL, but rather ASK.

I still think you have every right to be frustrated.

Oh, and it looks like your last post got lots of comments! :)

Love ya, girl! I still think you're top notch!

Cali said...

I had a feeling that was going to happen. These dang things... It might be SLIGHTLY awkward when you see him EVERY sunday for the next who knows how long, but I think time will heal. :) LOVE YOU though.. You really are the best.

Mindy said...

Ohhhhh! DEE! I am so sorry!! I kind of know the feeling ... I have a poll question on my blog always. My last poll question was something like, "99.9% of men Mindy has met with this name are psycho. What is the name?" ... Then I listed four names. Anywhoot: this guy also has access to my blog through Facebook ... But in my defense, he's married! Why would he be reading the blog of a gal that he went out with who rejected him after he's married? Anyway, his status shortly read, " So & So is 99.9% psycho." OOPS!

Bethany said...

i. hate. this. kind. of. crap. but i love you. we've all done it at one time or another. go eat a fruit roll up, you'll feel better.

Heather said...

So I started doing the skimming thing, and have realized that you and I, my friend, are pretty dang similar.

This little scenario makes me smile and cringe simultaneously because I had an EXTREMELY similar situation happen on my blog. There was a guy who was chasing me who I was NOT interested in and thought was ridiculous. Then I ended up really getting to know him, and started dating him. And am still dating him. My blog was private at the time so I thought I could get away with talking smack (I know I'm naughty), but I could only make up so many excuses as to why I wouldn't let my boyfriend read my blog. I finally fessed up and hurt his feelings. Big time. It sucked, but I learned a lot about giving people the benefit of the doubt.

Unfortunately this little lesson cut way back on my funny stories (and exaggerations for comedic effect). Phooey. Blah, blah, being a better person is great.