Fuck You Jerry King

One of the down sides about having a profile online is that unwanted people decide to contact you. Such is the case with a boy named Jerry King. I’m the first to admit that my biggest flaw is that I hold a grudge, very well. I’ve been trying to work on that… a little. But sometimes, people just deserve it.

At 14 I decided never to date anyone under the age of 18. Teenage boys are the worst creatures in the world

The background: I wasn’t popular in middle/highschool and he was. We decided to have a secret relationship. It was my first one and he was my first for ... everything including taking my virginity. And then 7 months later, he told half of my freshman class. I say half because we were on Experimental Ed at the time and the class was split between two large greyhound-like busses. I found out he told the bus I wasn’t on. He didn’t stop there. He went on to tell his friends in different grades and my reputation was incapsulated as “the girl that Jerry King screwed”. Better yet, even though people would tell me that he was spreading this information, he would still deny it in person. He was just using me and eventually I ended it halfway through freshman year.

The other week: A couple weeks ago I was on facebook and I got a friend request from a ‘Jerome King’. It was him. I denied his request.

THIS FUCKING MORNING: I got another request from Jerome King. You mother fucker. But was I sad, angry, upset? A little, but mostly I’ve been happy all day. Because I’ve crafted a response 10 years in the making:

Dear Jerry King,

Let me make this perfectly clear: You ruined two years of high school for me when you told the entire school that you screwed me. The only reason it wasn’t all four years is because after two, I decided not to give a damn about my reputation even though others were not quick to let me forget it.

The last time I talked to you I told you never to call me again. And guess what, that applies to internet contact as well.

I think I will always hate you. Get Cancer -Amielle- P.S. I hope the patriots loose.

Ahhhhh! This felt so good, SOOO fucking good to finally be able to tell him exactly what i thought of him. Like a weight was lifted off me. And fuck you jerry! Really, i hope brady chokes like Peyton. And you know who stuffed your mail box with wet cat food? oh yeah that was me. That felt good too, but with this message, you know who's telling you to fuck off. ..

THIS GIRL! awww, don't cry jerry? you alcholic, one day at a timer.

I'd be lying if i said i wasn't currious what his response might be. But like my friend Kim said, how the hell do you respond to a letter like that?

So to all of you out there on this "internet" thing, although i say this with a smile, don't piss me off. :)