Hell hath no fury…

About a month ago I received a message on Facebook, but because of that stupid “other” folder (that no one ever checks) I only saw it today. This is what it said:

Hi. This will seem a little strange and sorry if I have the wrong person, but if you’ve been on any dates with Max Lawson you might want to read this blog: http://diaryofadickhead.com*

Sorry for messaging you out of the blue, just woman to woman I feel like you deserve to see it. I wish I’d known about it sooner.

To be fair, he’s much nicer about you than he is about other people but it might still be interesting.

*this is not actually the name of his blog – I’ve changed it, not because I want to protect his identity but because I don’t want to inadvertently grow his (already fucked up) readership.

I’ve decided that MAX LAWSON of Angel, London is not getting the luxury of anonymity in this blog for reasons I will divulge as this post develops. But seeing as he kindly took the time to give us girls such creative and well thought out pseudonyms such as ‘She’, ‘Chatty’ and ‘Dalston Girl’ (I was known simply as ’Half Italian’) I feel he probably deserves one too  – just for fun…

‘D-Bag’ springs to mind, as does ‘Weirdo_Cat_Lover_87’ but actually, on account of his stupidly large hair, I think ’Jimmy Neutron’ will suffice. Yeah, that suits him well. I’ll call him Jimmy for short.

So after I received this message from Chatty, I was naturally a little confused and also weirdly nervous. I started backtracking through the dates I’d had with Jimmy, trying to remember if I’d done anything notable enough to feature in one of his woman-bashing blogs! I followed the link Chatty had sent me but of course, like all good tossers, Jimmy had covered his tracks.

Max Lawson

That’s when I started to feel miffed! Really fucking miffed! I thought, Come on Jimmy, don’t be shy. If you’re going to write about me then at least let me read it, ya twat! I have a vagina. I am your muse.Your raison d’etre! Don’t you want to hear my notes!?

Or maybe you just want me to shut my mouth, lay down and relax as you ‘come’ on my back ‘like a piece of meat’? (Ooh yes ladies and gents, that’s a direct quote from his blog – not about me I might add but you know… a girl can dream!)

After 24 years, you’d have thought I’d have learned not to react to anything whilst angry. Unfortunately, this is not the case. I am, as ever, a slave to my emotions. I am also notoriously nosey and so I really wanted to see what Jimmy had written about me. So of course, when I couldn’t access his page I angrily clicked on the ‘request access’ button…

I immediately regretted this decision!

Now he’d know that I knew! I’d given up the element of surprise that would have worked completely to my advantage as I plotted my revenge on behalf of womankind!

Nay bother…it’s cool… the damage is done… no point fretting about it now … (DAMMIT TO HELL!)

So I couldn’t access the blog but I could talk to Chatty and try to find out what she remembered from his posts. I liked this girl. She was ballsy. She was, quite rightly, pissed off about what he’d said about her and us other girls but instead of just shrugging it off with a sigh and a “boys will be boys” attitude, she was actually doing something about it. I liked that she had the moral integrity to let us know what was happening.

“Good for you” I thought. “You go girl!”

… Then I did that Tyra Banks style head wobble.

Chatty started to tell me about some of the stuff Jimmy had written. He’d blocked her from seeing it too so all she had to go on was her trusty memory and a few screenshots she’d taken to show friends and presumably throw gin at whilst shouting “YOU CAD!”

So yeah, Chatty started detailing the stuff that Jimmy had blogged about, and as his vile poisonous words started to appear on my screen I began to wish I wasn’t at work. The stuff he’d said and done on his “dates” with some of these girls was most definitely sociopathic. I was furious and upset and wanted to grab my company laptop, shake it and shout “YOU WOT MATE!? YOU WOT!?” in my brassiest midlands accent!

But I didn’t. I remained calm. A fountain of serenity on the outside – laughing at the jokes my team were making, keeping on top of the emails – but inside I was a seething mass of pent up wrath! How dare he talk about me, them, PEOPLE IN GENERAL in this way… AND ON THE INTERNET TOO! If you want to keep a diary of your abusive sexual exploits then please, keep a fucking diary. Lock it with one of those naff bendy keys, hide it in a sock and push it deep to the back of your stinking underwear draw where it belongs. Don’t fucking put “www.” in front of it!

Here are some of the things Chatty told me had featured on Belle du WANKER’S blog:

  1. All the dates he’s been on, including any sexual activities in some detail. (He must be spending a small fortune on beer and condoms!)
  2. Ratings and scores for each girl and comparisons between them – ‘this girl was better at this, that girl was better at that.’ (Oo yeah, like the way you might test drive a car or sample that new sofa you’re thinking of buying? News flash! Women are people not commodities.)
  3. Covertly-taken photos of the girls’ underwear (Pervert!)
  4. Grand statements about himself like “the girls were hanging off my every word”, “sparks were flying” etc… (HAHAHA…HAHAH…HAAAHAHAHAAA. Knob)
  5. A lovely recollection of how he came on ones girl’s back like she was “a piece of meat”! (Oh wait I told you that one already didn’t ? OO yuck, bleurgh!)
  6. A selection of his “anticipations” and “expectations” for date number 2. ANTICIPATE THIS, BITCH (*SLAP*)

And yadayadayada… You get the disgusting drift.

After Chatty had given me the low-down on this low life (and after I’d taken a few deep breaths to calm down) I began to feel a peculiar mix of loathing and hysteria building up inside of me. Yes, what this guy had been doing was like, real gosh darn dastardly, but BECAUSE he’d been doing it we were now fully within our right, on behalf of vaginas around the world, to execute our cunning and vindicated revenge!

Hell hath no fury…

(To be continued)

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Hell hath no fury…

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