Skeptical? "Skeptical" is my middle name!

It's actually Skeptical-Jaded and I'm never changing it. I've always had people in my life tell me that I shouldn't be so jaded and give people the benefit of the doubt - that shit's for the birds. It's only thanks to my type A personality that I haven't been burned severely by said advice. This week only fortified my resolve.

I had an ex pop back into my life with professions of love and second chances last month. He was removed from life quite a while back for lack of commitment and double dipping his stick. But oh, now he's a changed man, or so he claims. He's grown up now, got some kids (which was another point of contention within itself), bought a house, a whole new man. I told him that there wouldn't be any messing about this time. I want to go on dates and junk, none of this "hanging out" rubbish - that's high school stuff and I'm getting too old for that shit. I'm trying to get my grown folk flex on. He's all about that and he could do that and I'm always down for a free dinner. I asked some of my girls about the date and 2 out of 3 of my good friends suggested I go on the date because "there ain't nothing wrong with a free dinner." I was partially surprised by this response, but hey, stay classy girls. Lol

A few weeks pass, haven't heard from him and I'm not begging for a date that I didn't really want in the first place. Enter my over-analytical disposition in it's Google-fu black belt. It didn't hurt that the man hasn't changed his username to ANYTHING in the entire time I've known him. While he doesn't use his name on his Facebook profile, it wasn't that hard to locate his profile using said username. But my Google-fu is strong and lo and behold, there is the man, hugged up with some chick, not last year, not last winter, last month. Memories start returning to me, and I remember that I've seen this girl before.... I think he was dating her a few years back when he still had access to my Facebook profile. Poor girl. I would warn her, but she might try to claw my eyes out in a misguided attempt to prove to herself that this man isn't as worthless as she knows he is - a lá, it's my fault that he tried to cheat on her, not his.

In closing, hopefully fate is kind to this man and he loses my phone number... because if I ever hear from him again, I will unleash an Adele scale, Rolling In the Deep-type massacre on him, the likes of which he has never seen before. I'm over this.