Confounded Accusations

here is a valentine story. I know this girl. Have a bit of a crush, truth be told. Well i think that i've mentioned her before. She's a cute librarian type. I work with her and we're becoming pretty close. So anyway, before we were fully tight i called her at home. She has/had a boyfriend named, well forget it, that's not important and anyway i gave her a ring on some total work related manner and he got upset cause he thought there was some shit going on and they got into a huge fight and if my memory serves, punched her in the gut. I think that's how it went. I was drunk when she told me the tale. I know she got punched, i know that they fought cause i called and i think that the two are related but can't say for sure.
How does this make me feel? Wierd. Not guilty cause he's an ass and would have punched her eventually over something if he hadn't all ready so it wasn't like i was the cause. I mean i was just telling her about some shit to watch out for at work for fucks sake.
I mean i am cute as a bug's ear and he has every reason in his little paranoid way to feel jealous cause he's a dingleberry but come on... punch a girl? A cute little five foot two librarian? I mean she's practically a pixie and i don't mean like Kim Deal, more like a little fairy flitting about your head when your dreaming about flowers and gay shit like that. Dude, if you punched her it'd be like in Ring King, the old 8 bit nintendo game, when you sort of run across the ring and give your foe an uppercut and he flys up through the roof... Fucked up, dude.
Anyway, that's my romantic tale. Oh, they broke up and he moved to S.F and does, who cares what he does.. he punches girls. Fuck him.
Take care and i hope that i don't leave you for a week without anything fun to read..



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