Every so often I hear something about The Jerk and one or two of his girlfriends. Not sure if all of them are kissy kissy girlfriends, or hey-I-happen-to-have-a-vagina girlfriends, but it doesn’t really matter. Some of them have had the nerve to email me on Myspace, some of them continue to call my cell phone and send me cutesy little “oops I thought this was D’s number” text messages. In the beginining, it made me sad and upset. A couple of months ago, it made me mad. Hell, a few weeks ago it still pissed me off. But you know what I realized with today’s message? It really doesn’t bother me anymore. I sat back from my computer screen, and asked myself what I honestly felt. Mostly- it was pity for these girls for a) feeling the need to be nasty to me, when I mostly have no idea who they are and b) being with him in the first place. It honest to God doesn’t upset me anymore, and this is a nice place to be.