Fuck it. No, seriously...fuck it.

I was going to keep adding updates to my last post, but thought it would be a futile effort when all is said and done. 

This morning, out of sheer curiosity, I checked Mr. Married Facebook Guy's page.  The thumbnail and suggestion was gone from my phone.  I searched his name, and the page had disappeared.  There are two troubling scenarios...I was blocked, or he set his entire profile to private...and that of his wife's as well.  Either way, it wasn't good because it meant that POF guy and Mr. Married Facebook Guy were the same person.  The coincidence was now just too great and the scales are tipped with sufficient proof. 

"Funny.  XXX has disappeared from facebook, as has his wife, XXX."

"XXX is my cousin.  I'm staying with him since I came here.  He flipped the fuck out on me.  I'm sorry but I can't have him kicking me out so I told him." 

Can we talk about this for a second?  JUST YESTERDAY POF Guy told me that he had *no idea* who this person on facebook was.  He said he had never met him or even heard of him.  Turns out, he lied to me, but the lie is greater and more grand because there's a level of sceeming and lying that I am just not used to. 

The story he came up with, is that his cousin is Mr. Married Facebook Guy and he is staying with him and his wife.  He told his cousin of the facebook snafu, and he supposedly flipped out (WHY???) upset that I would try to contact him or (more importantly) his wife.  I would think that if this was the likely scenario, the cousin would chuckle and tell POF Guy to invite me over so we could all have a fantastic laugh about it.  Ummmm no...the reaction instead was "he seriously went ape shit on me because you were probably going to message him or his wife and then he said he would kill himself."  Yes...KILL. HIMSELF. 

That statement alone pretty much summed up the fact that this guy is the Married Facebook Guy.  (Anyone out there still want to give him the benefit of the doubt?) I told him that I believed that he is married.  I then asked him to please not do that to another girl because it really hurts to get knocked down in that manner - nor is it fair. 

Nothing should surprise me at this point, but this does.  I'm ashamed to admit that I shed a tear (or several) because I was too trusting, too wanting to be emotionally available, too naive to see the initial writing on the wall.  I don't want to turn into one of those hard-assed bitches who has so many walls up that happiness will never been fully realized!  But, I see myself getting to that point, especially with this experience.