I have been holding out on you, little readers.  It’s 2009 and I wasn’t sure if I should post the follow up on the cyclist.  We went on two more dates after my project ended.  I could tell that things weren’t going to amount to much (even before I read the book).   The originally scripted ending was for me to walk off into the sunset and not care if I heard from him again.  It’s 2009 and I was supposed to be enjoying men like I enjoy a good meal. Unfortunately the network decided that they didn’t like that ending and they wanted something a little more dramatic.

Check out this edited script…

<Jen is drinking coffee and reading her email. She almost chokes on the coffee when she sees that there is an email from the cyclist.  It had been over a month since she last saw him.>

<voice over reads the email>

Sorry about the radio silence. I’ve been pretty busy and I’ve also started seeing someone in that exclusive way which is going to tend to suck up time in the future. Anyway, I think you’re a great person and doing a lot of really neat things, and I hope to see you around town every once in awhile. I think we could have done better at forming a more solid foundation for our relationship, but I gotta say part of the weirdness was due to me and my crappy last relationship. Sorry about that.

Argh, and I just realized that I’m sending this on V-day, even though I’ve been thinking about it for awhile. I hope that is only a minor dick move.

The Cyclist

<Jen begins to feel the anger rise up. She is unsure what to do, then she does the only thing she can.  She begins to type furiously.>

<voice over reads the email>
Do you think that I was waiting for you? I could have sent you an email after my gchat account was deleted. I chose not to. It was pretty obvious that it wasn’t going to work. After our last lunch date I had pretty much written you off.

You freaked out about things moving to fast and said that you didn’t really know me that well. Well that’s because communication works both ways. There could have been more email. There could have been more phone calls. There just wasn’t. I could have forced it. I could have tried harder.  But that would have been a disservice to myself. I’ve been that girl. Never again.

Good luck
-Jen

<Jen clicks the send button with a sense of accomplishment.  She fires out another round of email to her posse to let them know that her mama didn’t raise nobody’s doormat.>

I wanted to tell the network to go fuck themselves.  Bad food usually comes back to haunt you not too long after you eat it.  It doesn’t wait a month to cause you indigestion.

For the readers playing the at home game, yes, this is the 2nd time this year that a guy couldn’t commit to me but was ready once the next chick came around.  To the readers that have been paying really close attention, you may want to place your bets on when this one gets married.  The chances that he marries this girl are pretty high.  We are at 3 for 3 now.

PS. I hope it wasn’t a dick move for me to post those emails unedited on the internet.  If it was, my bad.