Laugh At The Glass

“Dirk Diggler” popped up on my doorstep last night - unannounced. I do recall that several days prior this rude intrusion, I had left a message, asking him NOT to call or attempt to see me. In detail - I told him all of the reasons why he will never -ever - ever- encounter my space again. I guess he didn’t take me seriously. I suppose he figured that calling me and asking if could he come over - would leave an opportunity for me to verbally reject him, once again. Showing up in person - unannounced would catch me off guard, and how could I resist him in person? I guess he thought wrong. I didn’t let one pinky toe past the security door on my porch.

Dirk: *Knocking at the door*
Lique: *Opens Door*
Lique: What the FUCK do you want? Didn’t you get my message?
Dirk: NO? (Lying thru his pretty white teeth)
Lique:Let me turn on the light so I can see your face when you are lying to me.

I then proceeded to tell him once again that he will no longer be a part of my world and why. Apparently - I’m funny - even when I am irritated. He couldn’t help to laugh at some of the things I said. I do have a way with words. He had never seen this side of me. I think it almost tickled him.

Lique: Oh - you think this is funny?
Dirk: *trying to look serious* he stuttered . . . n-n-n-n- oo!!
Lique: You think this is funny, huh? Well laugh at the glass!!

I slammed security the door in his face - turned around- and took my butt in the house like I?m suppose to. I never looked back. The door was designed in the early 1900’s and weighs at least 200lbs. It is made of solid oak. In the center of the door is a large picture window made of thick and heavy glass. I left his ass standing right there to “laugh at the glass”. But, I guess he stopped laughing when he realized I wasn?t bluffing.

I had a good laugh myself lastnite.
FUCK HIM. I don’t get “dick-mo-tized”.