MissLonely79
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I was having this loonngggg conversatioin with this woman who I met through dog rescue, but she is a handful, big time. Lot's of my connections from dog rescue, almost all of them, were made on facebook. There are still numerous people that I converse with and help, and like wise, that I have yet to meet in real life yet.
So at one point, we were talking about people who we knew through dog rescue. She wanted me to invite some people out because she really wanted to go out (I don't ever go out ever, but was thinking about because Denise actually does so much for the dog community). So we came across one name as someone we could invite:
Denise: Oh ya, you have to ask Melissa, don't forget
Me: Oh yes, I love her! Can't forget about her (and I really meant that, I like Melissa a lot)
Denis: Oh ya, do ya? Ya really love her? Do you even know her? Please tell me anything you know about her in order to "love her"? (some honeysuckle like that)
(Very startled by that) Eventually responded, not to her, but to myself
Me: Honey, anyone who consistantly likes my posts on facebook like Melissa, when no one else ever does (not everyone is fortunate to get even one like and no one knows how rejecting and hurtful that feels) and doesn't leave me hanging like a complete loser on facebook for the world to see, I love that person. I'd probably even take a bullet for that person. Ok? Yes, it doesn't take much for a sad person like me to actually really like someone. I'm pathetic. Thanks for reminding me. Thank you EVER so much.
Of course I couldn't tell her this for obvious reasons, so I really couldn't answer her and felt like a complete jackass. By the way, so much for being mature adults. I'm 36 and she's 56.
So at one point, we were talking about people who we knew through dog rescue. She wanted me to invite some people out because she really wanted to go out (I don't ever go out ever, but was thinking about because Denise actually does so much for the dog community). So we came across one name as someone we could invite:
Denise: Oh ya, you have to ask Melissa, don't forget
Me: Oh yes, I love her! Can't forget about her (and I really meant that, I like Melissa a lot)
Denis: Oh ya, do ya? Ya really love her? Do you even know her? Please tell me anything you know about her in order to "love her"? (some honeysuckle like that)
(Very startled by that) Eventually responded, not to her, but to myself
Me: Honey, anyone who consistantly likes my posts on facebook like Melissa, when no one else ever does (not everyone is fortunate to get even one like and no one knows how rejecting and hurtful that feels) and doesn't leave me hanging like a complete loser on facebook for the world to see, I love that person. I'd probably even take a bullet for that person. Ok? Yes, it doesn't take much for a sad person like me to actually really like someone. I'm pathetic. Thanks for reminding me. Thank you EVER so much.
Of course I couldn't tell her this for obvious reasons, so I really couldn't answer her and felt like a complete jackass. By the way, so much for being mature adults. I'm 36 and she's 56.