Chelle and I were texting back and forth as she was on suicide watch (again, only kidding here folks) but basically she was being a good friend and making sure that I wasn't totally alone.
Chelle: You ok?
Melina: About as ok as you can be after such an emotional ambush. I'll bouce back, I'm the Rubberband Man.
Chelle: Yeah I know.
Melina: J called me last night, this morning and just a few minutes ago but I didn't pick up. I'm scared of anything with a penis right now.
Chelle: Call him back. He's one of the good guys.
Melina: He used to be a drug dealer, he still could be...good guy? Hot maybe, but good?
Chelle: Oh I didn't know about that, well he can hang out with B then. But call him back.
Melina: Ok I will.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So I called him and he asked if I wanted to go get something to eat with him. I declined politely and then he asked to do something this weekend. To which I had to question who the blonde was at the bar last night. I can't get snowed again like I did by Todd. It turns out that she's J's friend's girlfriend. Well ex-girlfriend. J's friend broke up with her last night. J took her out for a beer. Maybe he is a nice guy.

But I think I could use a little alone time to lick my wounds...so maybe I'll hang out with him, maybe I won't. Not sure yet. Mr. Pink is already getting quite the workout.