Excuse Me!

So, I was just chatting with Raoul recently, and as I type away at this post, I'm still chatting with him online. I'm again just being civil.

He made a comment about how he's getting sick of waiting for his CD from HMV, and that he wanted to order it online at half.com. So, I asked him why doesn't he order it online? One only needs a credit card.

Then, he sort of jumped down my throat about how I don't remember why he doesn't have a credit card. And that it's not looking good on me "old man".

Here's what I think. When I am romantically interested in someone, I do pay attention, but once it has been clearly established that the feelings are not mutual, I do not remember every single detail, because this person is now in the "friends" category. Many friends tell me many stories, and I am only human. I can't remember all the stories my friends tell me.

So, up yours Raoul! I can't believe you're still so clueless that you broke my heart on my birthday, and you have the nerve to tell me that you're not retelling me the story, and that if you didn't plaster your name on MSN, I wouldn't remember your name.

* turns on Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive (8 minute edition) and will be listening to it many, many times *