Wanna see the letter I wrote to Dave? It's a good one...
You're right. We didn't date. We did, however, go back and forth with hanging out alone at your place/not hanging out at your place for 4 months while you tried to figure out whether you liked me or not. You treated me like shit some of the time, and you were really nice to me some of the time. I prefer when you were nice, but I'm kind of glad that you treated me like shit, too. It shows me a side of you that is ugly and annoying, and that's a person I wouldn't want to be with. It would really suck to be so irritated by little things as you seem to be much of the time. Life's too short, man. You should try to enjoy it more. You have great health and have been fortunate financially it seems. Take advantage of it. You might find happiness that way.
But maybe you prefer the grumpiness and the bitter feelings, and yelling at people for stupid, stupid reasons. Unjustified, if you ask me. You're obviously talking about me when you're at the bar and I'm not there. Do you see me freaking out over it? Hell no! Know why? Because I could give a shit, man! I mean, who the fuck cares?
You're manipulative, and you walk all over me, and it's stopping right now. I did NOT talk about you yesterday. I did tell Bill that I was glad you'd left because you were being a dick. Which was true. But the conversation I had with Heidi (the blond chick at the end of the bar that I made friends with) didn't include any info about you. She asked me where you'd gone, I said you'd left at halftime, end of story. I don't know who told you anything else, but I didn't.
Just stop calling and yelling at me, ok? Go see a therapist that'll listen to your crap, because I'm tired of it, really. I will try to avoid the bar while you're there, that's for damned sure. Seems like you might want to do the same thing if you see that I'm there. At least until you can grow the fuck up and stop picking on me.
And that's it. I'm sending it tomorrow via mail, because I don't even want to go near that man, his house, or even the goddammed barstool he sits on. So, so tired of his bullshit...