So, why do you contact me?

I have been punished. Punished for being curious. Like curious George. Do you remember him? Nyfikne Nicke in svenski? That's me. Bad monkey-girl am I. My deed? Answering to an email from an ex. Note to self: Never EVER keep contacts with ex's. Never.

Jan-March this year I was seeing a bloke, no need to go into details, but he is the confused Sweden-living Irish one with the 2 sons with 2 mothers in 2 countries that I written about before. Yep, the very one who dumped me after 2,5 romantic months with introducing me to half of Ireland and wanting to live with me in Antarctica if necessary. Dumped me for North Sweden's Indie-queen. Great. I've never loved Disco Disco and Schlager so much as since then.

He emailed me a couple of days ago. To see how I was doing sort of. I decided to not answer, just bothered by seeing his ugly name in my email-list. But today I was bored and little Curious George came out and I just had to answer back, to see how he was doing. 2 minutes later I got a looong email telling me how bloody happy he is and how well everything goes for him. And even sending a link to his VERY PERSONAL website where I could read ALL about his up-taking music-career, his blooming job, his new lake-side house, his sons and get hints of his love life in the little guest book. Plus of course pictures of this guy that I actually fell rather hard for... Even in swim wear (which is NOT a pretty sight thank god.. hehhe)

So, I just answered "so, why do you contact me?". A bit happy for my "ta ingen skit"-approach, but still angry for falling into his ugly trap. No answer, needless to say.

Bah again.