But what happened to Cartoon Head?

There were lots of little things other than his cartoon voice and his cartoon head that bothered me...

He had a kid but never married the mom. Maybe it wasn't his choice to not get married. I don't know.

He drove a van. You know. The kind with a bed in it.

He claimed that he used it for his windsurfing gear. In November? You drove your Windsurfing Gear Holding Fold Down Bed In The Back Van to a date in November?

I'm just making that part up. I don't know if there was a bed in it because I never got in the van but that's how my single girls brain works. I mean, how can it not work like that when all your security guard friends want to run background checks on everyone you meet and your more skeptical aquaintances are always warning you about all the evil that goes on out there. I would probably just shoot myself with pepperspray thereby helping my attacker.

But, the van was not his downfall.

We met just before the Thanksgiving holiday. I then travelled home to my parents house for the big turkey day. On Thanksgiving day, I was standing in my old room blow drying my hair and my phone was chiming off it's little hook with Happy Thanksgiving texts. People! Send me a card!

So Cartoon Head sends me a text. I turn off the blow dryer to check it.
I text him back. I turn on the blow dryer.
He sends me another text. I turn off the blow dryer to check it.
I text him back. I turn on the blow dryer.
He sends me another text. I turn off the blow dryer to check it.

Not irritating at all along with the other 50 Happy Thanksgiving texts that I was getting.

Our conversation ended like this:
Cartoon Head: I'm really looking forward to seeing you when you get back in town.
Me: Sounds good.
Cartoon Head: uh-oh. :( you didn't say you were looking forward to it.

The End.