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Sorry, by the way. My mistake. "Skirts", not "bitches".
Back in April while I was participating in the 24 Hour Comic Event I developed something of a groupie while I was drawing. As it happened, we spent a total of at least 8 hours talking, and she brought me a 40 oz. of Heineken (in retrospect, not a great idea when trying to stay up 24 hours). Around 6 am I walked her to the subway and kissed her goodnight. Shortly thereafter we got together at my place and slept together, and again the following night. We then had a couple of "proper" dates, in which nothing more than some making out happened, but things seemed to be going pretty well. I knew she didn't necessarily want a relationship, and neither did I, but we did seem to be well-suited to one another and so I expected this to at very least have a long shelf life. As it happened, though, she disappeared for nearly four weeks, wouldn't respond to either emails or phone calls, and when she did finally call me she cut the call short after only a few minutes. In something of a huff I wrote her that I felt ignored and used and that unless she could demonstrate that she wanted to keep whatever it was we had going I was no longer interested. In typical female style she flipped the script so that somehow it was me who was being unreasonable and needy, and now it was her breaking up with me. Despite an oath to remain friends (to the extent that she still has my copy of INVISIBLES vol. 3), she hasn't returned a phone call or email in about four months now.
Skirts, hah?
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