Schadenfreude Over Chauffeur Hire
I’m not usually a fan of social networking or anything like that, and I’m certainly not too big on Facebook (or Failbook as I like to call it), but what I am a fan of is that terrible, terrible joy you feel when an ex-girlfriend adds you and you find out that A) she’s got fat, B) the guy that she dumped you for has moved on to a younger/ skinnier/ dumber model or C) that the guy she left you for is so broken down that he’s paying for chauffeur hire every time they go out on the weekend just to shut her up.
I’m not one to gloat (most of the time), but this seems like a win to me. Allow me to elaborate: I was with this girl for quite a while, we had fun and all the usual stuff that happens with relationships happens, but one thing that made her quite different to my usual type was her unending love of shiny things. This girl had a serious taste for the expensive – nothing wrong with that, we all want nice things – but when we broke up, she dumped me because I was working in a low-paying ‘just out of uni and don’t have a clue what I want to do with my life’ job and he had a ‘proper’ job and could afford to buy her things that she wanted.
All told, even back then, it seemed like I was best off out of it. Even though it burned being dumped for someone else, it was better that she dumped me for such a shallow reason. Last night when the friend request dropped into my inbox, my initial reaction was ‘Ha! You’re fat’ secondly it was to check her status updates which revolved around ‘Boyfriend is moaning that he’s gotta take out another credit card to buy me X’ and ‘We’re doing chauffeur hire again – three weekends in a row!’ This guy makes less than I do now. I feel kinda sorry for him, but on the other hand, it’s his own stupid fault. I suppose a big part of her dumping me was not because I couldn’t afford to buy her all the things she wanted, but also that she knew that I’d say no to most of it.
It’s always nice when social networking helps you make the best of old relationships. Yes, I know, I’m an awful person.
