If I could vote anyone off the Island...

I know it takes all kinds of people to make this world work but sometimes, sometimes I wish people would just listen to themselves and hear how stupid and f'd up they are! Yesterday was Easter and I had perhaps the best Easter I have had since leaving home. Holidays are tough when you live far from family but yesterday I had a traditional Easter minus the family and the cheesy potatoes (which are really yum, by the way!).

Before I tell you the whole story, I have to tell you some background--not because it is pertinent to the story at all but just because I want to introduce you to someone. I met David (pronounced Daaaaavid because he is a good ole Southern boy), my special friend (ha! I think that sounds funny) on eharmony of all places!! Remember I said that i would never ever ever do that again? Well, I did and I met someone. He is not creepy and does not have an extra eye or bad teeth or anything. He is actually really very normal and attractive and sweet. Who knew?! Thank you Neil Clark Warren, thank you!

So Easter was spent with David. We went to church at his church in a place far far away from my house. It was my first time in a Methodist church and I have to say, I loved it. The preacher was incredible and they sang Hillsongs Worship songs, which of course sold me. So after church David and I went to lunch and ate hamburgers which is totally Easter food ;-) and basically just spent the day together. It was so nice and relaxing and interesting. I like learning about David.

When I got home from my Easter day with David, I grabbed my phone out of my purse and guess what? I had four missed calls from Scott, the ex!!! I mean, what on earth could be so important that he couldn't leave a message? So immediately I think the worst--his parents died, something happened to his sisters, blah, blah, blah. So I call him. I know, I shouldn't have but I did. He answers and I immediately ask him where the fire is, to which he responds that he was calling to tell me that he is never going to call me again.

(Pregnant pause...just let his insanity sink in)

Scott, you are officially voted off the Island!!! Please just grab two things and go! WTF???!!!! I mean, doesn't just not calling ever again seem like a more manly way of handling things? I just think that *calling me* to tell me that you are *never calling me again* is a bit odd.

In response, though, I said, "okay, Scott. Take care." (read: what the f ever you mangy dirt bag).