Nice Guy Syndrome has to fucking die.

Oh god, for the life of me, I hate people who do not understand the simple concept of "moving on".

So in my previous journal entry, I wrote about how I told Mark (the 45 year old guy) that we're not the right fit. I thought he got the point, but Noooooooo... he kept texting me and was acting so needy and desperate for me to be with him again. He told me many times about how he would never bother me anymore, but like an addict, he would always come back for more.

For the life of me, I don't know what he meant by me making a fool of him. I think he made a fool of himself. I don't know how many times a woman has to tell a man that she wasn't interested, for him to get it and MOVE THE FUCK ON.

He always says that he's a good guy but come on, just because you think that you are, doesn't mean that I owe it to you, to fall for you. Gee, I fucking hate the "Nice Guy Syndrome".

PS: Hiring some men to beat up someone that you hate, is not something to be proud of and it's not what good men do. Just because you have money, doesn't exclude you from acting like a man. You told me that, like as if I was supposed to be blown away, like "WOW MARK, you are so rich you can afford to pay some yakuza to beat up your competitor." Fuck no. It's cowardly, it's violent and it's certainly juvenile. I am so glad I fucking dumped your ass because now we can see your true colors. 

No amount of money can buy my love. You're not the only rich man in this town, and certainly not the one with class either. All that money, and no class. What a fucking shame. 

Look at this chain of text: sta.sh/01z9dse9aszn



ROAAAAR

On a separate note, I have been down with a bad case of fever and a cold. My nose is like Rudolph right now, and I look like crap. I still work from home, clearing my emails as I am recuperating. Fuck, my voice is so sexy now.... sore throat always makes me feel like I can sing, though I know I am terrible at it.