I'm such an idiot. Honestly, I think I should be shot. Yesterday I wanted to post a journal entry stating that it has been one month since Joshua and I split, but I didn't. It didn't seem that important of a topic anymore. (The way I easily get over things is semi-frightening.)
So alas, here I am. On the month aniversary of my split with "sir asshole" and someone confronts me with a request. He had a cute way of going about it, but whoa... Él es loco. Honestly, you can't be very sane to ask me out, can you. (Rhetorical question.)
When Katie finds out she's going to flip, and when I say flip she's going to go nuts, but she'll deal; she doesn't really have much of a choice on the matter. I have a tendency to date people she doesn't like. (James & Joshua for instance.) Yet this one isn't an asshole so it's an improvement.
Let's compare the statistics, shall we?
Subject 1: James -- A relationship that lasted about a year. He made moves on a compulsive flirt, Ashley; at the time we had been dating for about three weeks. The majority of the time I spent with him alone he usually spent pestering me about getting into my pants, or getting me out of them. (A year of not getting any would drive anyone insane.)
Subject 2: Joshua -- A relationship that lasted just about four months. Let's see the cost of damage: He could never do wrong, therefore I was blamed for everything. If he didn't degrade me (assumably to make himself feel better), then he degraded me for the mere sake of degrading something. He broke promises, he lied, and regardless of whether or not I still care for him I wouldn't date him if a gun was held to my temple. (Split of mutual terms.)
Katie, I'm sorry for the drama I put you through. I do have a problem picking a good spouse, one you like, but this one is an improvement by far. I promise.