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Making Goodbye Easier...

I'm a firm believer in honesty. I like the idea of not having to remember any lies. While I don't say everything that's on my mind, I get a kick out of knowing where I stand with everyone and having them know where they stand with me. Maybe that makes me crazy, but it's certainly what makes me who I am.

Remember the guy I told you I was going to have to give the boot? Well, I need to update you on that situation. I let him know -- in no uncertain terms -- that there would be no penis between us. He said he'd back off, and I was glad. Now our relationship is strictly professional. He hits me up when he needs someone to produce segments, and he's been letting me go along when he conducts interviews for the documentary he's filming. Of course, I can tell that he still would like to weasel his way into my naked time, but he's playing it cool. It's a good thing, too, because it's never gonna happen.

With that being said, I was still shocked to find out that this man is married. Yes, I said married. To his high school sweetheart. Since he's in his mid-30s, he's probably been with her for almost 20 years. I'm not hurt because he wasn't someone I wanted to be with. However, it makes me mad that he's a) cheating on his probably unsuspecting wife, b) trying to use me to do it.

Guys may not realize this, but the women I know appreciate having all the facts before making any moves. That way, we have the power to make an informed choice. Quiet as it's kept, there are some women who don't mind a romp in the hay with a man who's otherwise committed. While it's not a practice I condone, I can understand and respect a woman who chooses to take that route. It also gives the man a sense of credibility. Even though he's cheating, at least he's honest enough not to hide the fact from his potential mates.

Of course, in the case of this particular loser, I'm really not surprised. It's not like he's been a stand-up guy in any of our dealings. And he's a misogynistic chauvinist to boot.

What will I do with this information, you ask? I'll file it away in the same place I keep for his other offenses. I may never have to bring it up, but I'm certainly not going to forget about it. And, just in case you didn't know, Ol' Boy just killed his slim chances of ever getting in my good graces.


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