Foufou: You heard me.

Tanzy: Jeepers! And then he said THAT after?!

Foufou: Yep. Just kept on digging that hole.

Tanzy: Wow. I mean, wow.

Foufou: Yeah, I know.

Tanzy: He's clearly full of himself. And I take back what I said about him having a way with words. You sure picked a winner this time! Why did you like this guy again?

Foufou: Well, I thought he was smart. Now I can't figure out if he's really horrifically stupid or blindingly cunning.

Tanzy: I'd have to go with horrifically stupid. But I have to ask, why cunning?

Foufou: If he wanted to stop me liking him, he couldn't have done a better job.

Tanzy: Ah, I see. Tricksy. So you don't like him anymore?

Foufou: I don't particularly want a stupid, tactless boyfriend who's full of himself. Not sure if I want a stupid, tactless, full-of-himself friend either, come to think of it. Hm.

Tanzy: Hee. Ok, he sounds like a total ass to me, but I do have to say this because sometimes you seem downright offended that he doesn't reciprocate. Not every boy you like is going to like you that way, Fouf. As desirable as you are and all.

Foufou: Very funny. But yes, I totally respect his right to not like me that way. I just wish he'd respected my right to not have salt rubbed in my wound. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday. I already knew he wasn't attracted to me--or apparently, not beyond the physical sense. Which means--

Tanzy: That it was your personality that he wasn't attracted to. Ooh, harsh!

Foufou: I know! It's the best back-handed compliment ever. Like, I get that he's not interested in me, for whatever reason. I know the reason exists; I don't need to hear it to know that. There are some things you just don't say. It's implicit in rejection, I think. The reason he gave for saying it... well, let's just say it certainly does confirm that we're not on the same wavelength. And really, if I choose to believe him, he's done nothing wrong, per se. Just guilty of saying hideously insensitive things at a bad time.

Tanzy: I guess you can try to look at it in a good way, like, you're physically attractive so... yay? And he's not going out with you solely because of that attractiveness so... yay?--I'm grasping here, aren't I?

Foufou: Yeah. Well, maybe. Ok, maybe not. I was so tired, I think my fuse was shorter than usual. And he just blundered on and said that thing about the many girls, which just pissed me off more. So I'm just another in a long line? Oh, that's nice to know, you bastard! The next day, I was in a "(I won't EVER) fuck you!" mood and wrote this scathing email but then I thought, what's the point? I've been angry all week, it seems. I'm tired of being angry. It just takes so much out of you, and I was already emotionally drained from that other guy--

Tanzy: Oh yeah, that other guy! What's happening on that front?

Foufou: Schmo calmed me down and I talked to the guy. It's not my life so... whatever. I've said my piece. I feel so much better after writing the entry and talking to him about it but he's had this hurt look on his face since he read it. It's like I kicked a puppy. I'm a puppy-kicker, Tanzy! I don't want to be a puppy-kicker!

Tanzy: Hee. Sometimes puppies need to be kicked. Bad puppies. Ok, that totally came out wrong. But you know what I mean!

Foufou: Hee. Yeah, I do. Puppy-kicker! Puppy-kicker! Tanzy's a puppy-kicker!

Tanzy: I haven't kicked any puppies lately, unlike SOME people!

Foufou: I bet that's what you do after church! You and Alucart drive to some deserted field and punt--

Tanzy: We do not! How dare you besmirch our good names!

Foufou: Hee. Ok, ok, I'm sorry.

Tanzy: Good. ANYWAY. What happens now?

Foufou: Bah. I don't know. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, I guess. Pretend it never happened. It's the same trajectory all our interaction has followed so I see no reason for it to change now.

Tanzy: Fun times.

Foufou: Oh, I know. Wish me luck.

Tanzy: Good luck with that.