Women of the world... how many times have you been dumped by the man in your life, been made to feel that it's your fault and realized that it wasn't? Here's your chance to vent. Don't get me wrong; I'm not bitter. Well, I might be bitter, but not about this. I'm just irritated, and these are the things I'd love to say to this person if only I could:

Dear Mr. B.

I'm curious: Do you know how many times you told me you loved me? More than I can count. I told you once in response to your effusive, "This is the woman I love," I responded, "Don't say that." You asked, "Why?" I answered, "Because you won't remember you said it tomorrow." Seeing as you were drunk. You shook your head, mischievous, rueful grin on your face, and your friend Mary said, "Yes he will." Well, I didn't believe it not that I didn't want to, but how was I supposed to? I had to take it with a grain of salt. I wasn't opposed to your saying it. I just wanted you to mean it and have it stick. With all the mixed signals you were sending, what was I supposed to think? I tried not to get too excited because you told me not to while you sort of jerked me around with your words and actions sending me on a roller coaster of emotion when I told you explicitly not to play with my heart. You said you wouldn't but you lead me down this path then left me standing there all alone. You were begging me to come hither, be your soul mate. It was kismet that we met. Hold my hand, kiss me in public - hello that Wednesday on the street, I don't usually let people kiss me with tongue then tell me that you don't like public displays. What utter crap! Then, it's hold me, but don't touch me. Don't get me wrong, I'll acknowledge my own issues especially with the saying of "I love you", but you wouldn't let me tell them to you because when I tried to get close from the vibe you were sending you pulled away. You would just get irritated when I tried to capitalize on our affection and attraction and tried be intimate. I suppose it was okay to demand affection from me when you needed it, including in public and at the bar, but a completely different story when I needed some - which completely sucks. It seems natural that people who like each other would want to spend time together especially when seeing that person made you smile and you liked to talk to that person as well as liked to kiss and hold that person and would have done pretty much anything for that person or let that person have miles worth of space. This also sucks. You came onto me and I wanted you to. You asked me to call you, and I did. I was ready for you, but you weren't ready for me. Sad. You never saw me. You made it seem like it was me, but it wasn't me. It was you. What was ever your deal?

Sincerely the person who could have been the greatest love of your life, especially in bed, the one who saw you, got you, but you through it all away.

The Divine Ms. K.