My boyfriends back...and he wont leave me alone

Dear Diarhea,

I am trying soo hard to keep my cool and be nice, and sweet, and patient but Drew is pushing the limits. We broke up almost exactly 2 years ago and he had the nerve to call me today and ask me out on a date. I realize that he is not over me and for the past 2 years I have been very tolerant of him and his bullshit. As of late though, he is really starting to annoy the fucking hell out of me. He has called me three times today and all three times I have told him that I do not mind being friends and talking once in a great while but that we will never date again. He thinks that if he plays nice with me for a little while that I am going to just fall back in love with him.

The truth is; I question if I was ever really in love with him in the first place. He was a nice boyfriend for a little while, things got sucky, we broke up. We didnt really play the break-up/get back together games. I just kinda stood my ground and let it end. Of course I still care for him, but that is strictly in a friends only way. I have not touched him in forever, nor have I ever led him to believe that I was coming around and going to change my mind about being with him. He is really testing my patience.

This is the same guy who pranced around naked with his belly just hanging out and his wiener just flapping around in the wind.

This is the same guy who basked in the glory of his high school days because in his hometown of 600, as well as his mind, he was a living legend.

This is the same guy who literally had skid marks in his jeans and basketball shorts because as a full grown man, cant wipe his ass thoroughly.

This is the same guy who called me fat as well as annoying in front of my whole family at a wedding because I wasnt paying enough attention to him.

I cant get over these things and nor do I really want to. He is not the man for me. We started dating when I was 22...I have a whole different perspective on life now let alone completely different standards and taste in men. What I thought was so great then is not so great at 25 (almost 26).

I would rather be sad and lonely than be miserable and lonely. I would be miserable and lonely with him again and I am not willing to go there.