23 Jan

The following is a sequential list of events involving ‘the ex’:

1. Random ‘run in’ in the late summer of 2010 that turned in to a weekly occurrence

2. Upon moving home to save money, I have become an expert at sneaking him in

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Sleep Texter

16 Jan

One of my best girls is known for being a chronic sleep talker.

After 12 years of friendship, I still wake up in the middle of the night to ‘Don’t laugh, you’re not funny you know’ or ‘Come on, why would you do that?’ coming from her mouth – she seems to always be confronting people about their behavior in her dreams.

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I’ve got enough friends, thanks

21 Oct

On my way home from work, I was stopped by a young man waiting beside me on the platform for the Canada Line. I’m guessing he was in his later twenties, seemed to be dressed appropriately, so I thought nothing of it. Mistake.

The following is a list of things not to do when talking to someone on public transit.

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Bye bye paragraphs – I’m in to sentences.

11 Oct

After multiple messages aiming to end things with the Paratexter, it’s finally over.

I thought I was in the clear for the past few weeks when he would message me and I replied with ‘Hey, yeah I’m pretty busy and can’t hang out so take care’ because he didn’t message me back…until tonight.

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A facebook message

10 Oct

Henry decided to write me a facebook message last month. Here’s a peek…

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Henry Walton

22 Sep

Henry and I met when I was 17 and working together at a local Richmond establishment. It’s been 7 years since we first met and in our time, he has done the following things to deserve his own category on my blog…

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20 Sep

You might not recognize the commonly found symbol above – it’s the symbol for ‘paragraph’. But, although you might not recognize it, the Para-Texter would.

The boy I met at Library Square ended up becoming a Para-Texter… I even think he might have a bit of ‘telephono-phobia’. Day in and day out, there are messaging ‘clinking’ on my berry. And it never ends. Infact, he messaged so frequently that it actually started to piss me off. Date 1 was good..what was he afraid of? Finally, after talking my friends’ ears off, I decided to be blunt.

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