Aaaaaargh!

My ex-dance-partner is SUCH a dance snob!! He thinks he is SO perfect! He absolutely reFUSES to dance with anyone he thinks is "beneath" him and now he's latched onto the pretty, young, hippy thing in the beginners class! As if his pathetic crush isn't comPLETELY obvious! Poor girl doesn't know what she's in for.
And whenever he makes those stupid, insensitive comments, I just can't seem to let it slide! I just can't ignore him and move on....something about him just brings out the bitch in me. Whenever he opens his mouth my wicked Part B whispers,
"Daana, you have GOT to knock this pompous bastard down a peg or two!" It's almost like I consider it my personal duty to prove to him that he's an idiot.
One-a these days I'm not gonna be able to control myself, and I'll be forced to tell him about his B.O. in the loudest, most tactless manner possible.

C.O.T.
I don't know how to say this....so I'm just gonna say it.
The beautiful young man is back in my life. In my cyber life anyhow.
(I can almost hear a chorus of "Oh nooooooooo's")
Yeah, and he's tryin' to mess with my head again, from afar this time (as a certain Prodigal Blogger said he would). But y'know what? I am NOT defenseless! Maybe I'll take the advice of De Lanster and work a little head-messing of my own.

I feel like an idiot already...but hey, let the games begin.