Edo, NO

I am not a specification sheet for women in lombardy. #

I am furious with Edo. We were talking normally on MSN about his girlfriend and then he tells me she’s jealous of me. I actually laughed at first because why on earth would a girl in Lecco who has never met me be jealous of me? Then I asked him exactly that and there was this suspiciously long pause where the little `”Edo is typing…”` appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Never a good sign.

Apparently he talks about me to her. Fine. Obviously. We’ve been friends for years. Then it slowly comes out that he doesn’t merely say `”my friend Alice”`; he says things like I understand his music, I know when to leave him alone, I don’t complain about certain things, I dress well, I can talk about anything with him, and then he tells her she should be more like me.

I completely lost my temper. “DO NOT TELL YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE HAS TO BE LIKE ME.” How difficult is this concept? I am not dating him. I don’t want to date him. I love Yuri. I am sitting in Milano in pyjamas while this idiot is apparently constructing an imaginary Alice in somebody else’s relationship. Of course she is jealous. If my boyfriend repeatedly told me another woman understood him better and I should behave like her, I’d want to throw both of them out of a window.

He said I was exaggerating. Wrong answer. We argued for almost an hour, proper MSN fighting, capitals, long paragraphs, messages crossing each other because we’re both typing at once. At the end he wrote, `”Fine, forget it.”` I answered, `”GLADLY.”`

Then I blocked him.

Yes, I know I’ll unblock him eventually.

Not tonight.

Remember me, Eclipse.