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Feeling icky. OK, so I’ve been talking w/the web hottie for a few days now, and I realize that with this kind of thing you’ve got to be really mindful of the fact that people can purport to being any number of things. You just have to take a leap of faith when accepting some stranger’s word on face value. Having said that, things started getting a little sketchy this past weekend. We checked out each other’s myspace pages and his has a completely different name on his myspace than the one I know him as. He said it was due to keeping his privacy, which I understand, but that’s why many people use web handles, like “Rrroja” or “MsCopperhead”, but most people don’t use actual names of other people to disguise themselves, y’know. I’m pretty sure that when someone sees my web name they’re not banking on the fact that it’s my true name, and I’m not really comfortable with someone who does misrepresent who they are in that way. Also, he asked me to be a contact for his Yahoo IM, and the same name that was on his myspace account shows up there too. Again, he assures me that I know his true given name. (But he has yet to give me his surname….)

Then yesterday I notice that he’s started calling me while he’s on his way to different places, which is a peeve of mine but it also gets me to thinking. Last night he said he was going to his friend’s house b/c he just always goes there Mondays to watch football. He gives me a call afterwards and when I ask the score he states that they didn’t actually watch the game b/c:
-His friend wanted to talk to him
-The “other” guys were rushing him out b/c they didn’t want them to watch it at their place.

????????????

I relayed that he already told me it was this standing Monday night tradition, and he starts trying to back-peddle his way out of it. That’s not the kicker: he’s driving home, he goes to a convenience store to buy a coke, he arrives home and sits in his car to talk to me, under the pretense of devoting his total attention to me, to make up for the convenience store thing (‘cause you know I said some shit when the call is breaking up the entire time, THEN he tells me to ‘hold on’ while he talks to the clerk as he’s making his purchase). Yes, things are getting curiouser and curiouser.

Lastly, I ask him if he texts much, b/c I know he IM’s (as relayed above) and he’s got Bluetooth and a Blackberry, so I figure I can text him a picture. He says that he hasn’t “set it up” to see pics yet, but I should e-mail the picture to him. This is huge to me. The reason I found out about my ex’s shenanigans was b/c of the phone bill, and not b/c I was snooping around but b/c there were SOOOO MANY TEXTS to that chick, at all hours of the day and night. The phone company lists them out one by one, and it’s really tough to justify 30+ texts you’re sending to a chick every night after midnight for weeks, ya feel me? All I know is that one of my students has a piece of shit PDA, off brand from when they first came out, and THAT can send and receive pics, so why can’t this guy, who has a Blackberry, do it too?

At the end of the call I was pretty disgusted, so I half-heartedly grunted when he said he’d talk to me tomorrow, and cut him off short w/the disconnect. I don’t know if he realizes the jig is up, but I’ve got some shit to deal with. If he does call back I’ll have to tell him how I feel, I just hate being the nutty jealous person, y’know? Then again, I told myself that way back when, and I was right; I wasn't the only person in my ex's life. They say a women’s intuition is usually right. Back to the old drawing board.

“Now serving psycho-jerk number 1258….. “