Houston's Missed Connections: I'm just saying

Each week (mostly each week) Houstonist checks out the Missed Connections on Craiglist. The following was so interesting that we decided it should get its own showcase

I'm just saying....as you like to say

I'm not exactly sure where to post this, but seeing that we "met" on here, it should be somewhere on here, and last time I checked there wasn't a category for "messages for horrible enormous lying narcissistic selfish pricks lacking in conscience and kissing skills".

Two things:
1. You were never my type, either. Not even close. I just wouldn't have ever said that to anyone that I cared about so I, unlike you, kept it to myself.
2. I believe you were, and are, incapable of love, that you wouldn't know love if it bit you on your biggish ass. But it was really special of you to tell me on the day that my mom died that you had thought you loved me but on second thought didn't. That's what a girl needs to hear on the day that her life changes in indescribably horrific ways.

I am sure you are on to another CL conquest already, and I have no desire to intrude upon that. You are probably dazzling her with your witty banter and charming-at-first OCD ways and she probably doesn't have a clue that all of your banter is really contrived bits that you just rehash over and over again that you use to cover up the fact that you, well, have no soul or ability to sincerely care about anyone else. I am purposefully leaving out specifics that would identify you, so should anyone you know read this they won't know it's you I am writing about. She'll find out soon enough how fucked up you are and how much you lie. And if she's really lucky, on the worst day of her life you'll tell her you don't love her, either, and try to make her feel like somehow she's the defective one. And don't worry--I won't contact you. I haven't since that terrible day and have no plans on doing so again. There are things that must be addressed in the future, as you are aware of, but I'll let the professionals handle that. I guess I could send you an email, but as one of your favorite bits goes, you are awfully "Amish" in the email department.

This is an unfamiliar feeling for me, but I must conclude with this thought. I believe that I actually hate you. I thought I might disklike you greatly, I have no respect for you certainly and can find no redeeming qualities in you--but I think I now hate you. But I'm betting that's a feeling you are far more comfortable with so maybe you won't take this as a negative as, truly, you are just a sad little man.

Sounds like this guy is a prick. But, you should have listened to observation #1. The heart don't lie. We're not saying; we're just saying.

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