I pit you AGAIN, ex-girlfriend, for your poor execution of a poor concept.

To answer Homebrew’s questions:
Firstly, I had my phone on because my family’s got some family stuff. While not earth-shattering, it’s not so trivial as to go ignored while I rock out.

Secondly, blocking her would be the worst thing I could ever do, even if it were possible. At least now I know which numbers to ignore. We have many acquaintances in common. Once she found out I was blocking, I’d be a hostage to any number I didn’t recognize. We used the “borrowed phones” trick a lot when we were dating on the sly.
To answer featherlou’s questions:
The new girl knows the whole story. My world is very small, and I’m quite famous in it. If you’re in that world, you know who I am, and you know the whole sordid mess, because it played out over the course of a full season, under the scrutiny of all and sundry. It was a running gag about how stupid and giddy she made me, in complete contrast to everything I’d been for over ten years. It’d be dishonest of me to pretend all was well with the new girl, and she’d see right through it. Imagine trying to be Romeo’s new girlfriend. She decided to ask me out with the whole soap opera and all my drama right out in the open. She wouldn’t have done that if she wasn’t prepared to deal with the fallout. And, to her credit, she has said as much, and I appreciate that tremendously. I wouldn’t be dating at all if someone I was seeing demanded that I box that up and put it away.

And as to why I haven’t cut her out of my life completely, I can’t. I can’t emotionally, yet, and I can’t logistically, ever. The new girl knows this and expects it to change over time. If I didn’t believe that it could change, I wouldn’t be dating her either, because that’d be unfair to her.
I suppose, pragmatically speaking (and, mind you, I’m not expressing a wish here so much as expressing morbid curiosity), that HSHExGF could come out of the woodwork a changed woman and begin acting like a responsible, caring, trustworthy adult.

But I wouldn’t bet a jelly donut against a golden donut that this will happen.

And the more I see that she won’t change, the more she shows me that my path lies elsewhere. And THAT is the most important thing. She’s screwing herself up with all this.
And, to answer jinwicked, Homebrew, and LouisB (you asses):

Yes. It was insanely cute and very descriptive of how I was with her and she would say it in such a cutesy voice and I would always smile when she said it, and no, I’ll never tell you what it is, and if you find out what it is, I will do such things to you as to make Vlad the Impaler sit up in his grave and go, “Shit. That boy is FUCKED UP.”

A little long to be a sig, but I love the sentiment

I suppose she hasn’t done enough, and that the psychological effect is more than you want to handle right now, to justify a restraining order. Should she make some thorough effort to get back in with you I might consider it. However, I also have never had an ex like yours, so perhaps my sense of perspective is skewed more than slightly.

It’s snugglebunny ain’t it? :wink:

Now I really think it was poopiehead.

No, and no, and screw you both.

Let’s see what happens when she gets away from “holidays with the fam” and starts up with the IMing.
I wonder if she’ll apologize for being so terse.
I did, after all, get an “I love you and I’ll miss you” on my voicemail before she left to fly out to see them.

You force us to simply make something up that is even worse! :stuck_out_tongue:

Don’t feel so bad, Pup. I had a sorta-ex, coworker that I was absolutely buddies with for a year and a half… we became really close but didn’t talk for over another year and a half after our brief failed experiment in relationship. He wrote me a couple months ago saying how much he missed me and wanted to patch things up and be friends again, we hung out and got lunch a couple of times. Said not to get him anything for xmas, but cookies were OK (he’s broke like I am). I sewed him a little xmas stocking out of fabric in his favourite colours, hand-stitched his name on the cuff, and filled it with home-made cookies and mailed it to him since he couldn’t make it to where I live to pick 'em up while they were fresh.

My thanks? I didn’t even get a text message. I haven’t heard from him in almost three weeks despite a couple of emails and a phone call asking for him to at least let me know he’s OK. Before I sent his gift, he was talking to me every couple days or so.

Feh. Drama and moody people… don’t worry, snugglebunny. It’ll all work out in the end. :slight_smile:

Ooh, I bet it’s “Snugglepoopie”.

My little snoogly woogly? Sugar booger? Snoochie booches?

Maybe Scrappy-doo?

Nope. “Poopsie-Q Fluffsnuggle”.

Naw, it’s Boo-boo kitty fuck.

I swear to Christ, I will give her ALL your e-mail addresses and tell her you’re my best friends, and that convincing you guys would be a big step toward convincing me.

Then you can deal with it.

Now, now, boo boo kitty fuck. Don’t get upset. It’s us. You didn’t really think we’d be able to pass something like this up, did you? I still see Bear_Nenno and think “that’s not right, did he change it from Bear_Napples?”

Studmuffins? Bunnymuffins?

But she’d tell us the nickname, right?

Sheesh. I’ll never understand why some people feel the need to play the kinds of games she’s been playing with you.
I am sure glad to hear that it sounds like you’ve moved on to happier things.
But, hey, at least she gave you a good conversation starter with B.B. King that one time. :smiley: