Naricissicsm At Its Finest

From my new desk that I managed to put together on my own.

So for some reason my most recent ex decided to send me an email tonight letting me know she is seeing someone else. Why she felt the urge is beyond me. I already knew this. As if the Facebook defriending wasn't a clue, there are some people who feel the need to keep me posted on these matters even though I have stressed I don't need nor want to know anything.

She had to know I've known for weeks if not months, so the timing strikes me as strange. The fact that she would send an email on a Saturday night of a three day weekend is beyond puzzling. At first I read it and thought she was trying to tell me she was engaged but upon second (and hopefully last) reading I realize that may not be the case.

I have made no effort to contact her for months. If she thought my relocating out here was part of a plot to woo her back, the fact that i didn't even bother letting her know I was coming out here should have been a clue that maybe I don't orbit around her.

I'm tempted to post it just so you can get a sense of the level of narcism I'm talking about. Her efforts to try to explain herself are, well, mean. No other word for it. Some stuff in there is aimed to hurt someone who never hurt her. The sad part is she doesn't even get that. Case in point, she goes out of her way to say our relationship was short when by my calculations the new one is just passing three months, making it one month longer (which in her world might be five years). As I've said before (borrowing from Jennifer Aniston), there's a sensitivity chip missing there.

Fuck it. It was a cover your ass email. We know a lot of the same people and someone is concerned about appearances. Truth is, although we have similar jobs and know a lot of the same people, the people I'm close with are not the the people she is close with. This was something that should have been an early warning signal to me when my friends in the biz did their best "Arrested Development" "her?" when I said who I was dating.

For once I resisted the urge to shoot back a nice response along the lines of "best of luck." Think I'll wait a few days and, upon advice of a friend, write something more along the lines of "Thanks for the gesture, but completely unnecessary . Good luck with everything."

I can honestly say, I was more annoyed than heartbroken. More stunned by the gall than hurt by the news. I have a feeling a few other guys have gotten similar emails.

So why write it? To remind myself and to try out my new desk. It seems to work.