I was dumped...by an elf.

I was on the phone with my friend and comic book artist, Bailee, last night for about an hour. She had called me about 10 minutes before my drive to Ft. Pierce, and mentioned that she had e-mailed me something. In the midst of catching up, I regaled her with the following tale. I think it's funny, and please know (should you be the offending party and read this) that I am a-ok, and there are no hard feelings whatsoever. It's just hilarious.

I was invited to a pub crawl with a gentleman I had been seeing for about 2 months. Very casual, very slow due to my hesitancy with wholeheartedness. The pub crawl was to take place on a Saturday, and everyone was supposed to dress like Santa Claus. I didn't have a costume, so I went on a spree. My sister gave me a shiny red and green skirt. I bought white tights and a cardigan sweater, a little santa hat headband(with mistletoe), jingle bell jewelry, and bright green eyeliner with bright red lipstick. I put a couple of Christmas stockings over my shoes...it made them look like fabulous, red Ugg boots.

The gentleman in question picked me up, and he was dressed like Buddy the Elf, complete with syrup and candy. It seemed that it would be a fun night...I was nervous to meet his friends, and as a pretty much non-drinker I was also nervous that I would make an ass out of myself.

The evening was amazing. His friends liked me, I bought them shots, I danced on a bar, met a lot of fun people and had a rare night out where I just let go and joined the masses in celebration of life. He and I were affectionate all night. I was hit on inappropriately. It was great.

The night came to an end for the two of us, and he decided it was time to go home. We pulled up to my house, and the words, "I've been meaning to talk to you about something," came tumbling out of his mouth. He then broke up with me, for reasons that don't need to be listed here.

So, I'm telling my friend Bailee this tale. I end with the statement, "My life is like a really bad romantic comedy. Think about it. I was dumped, by an elf, while I was dressed like Santa."

Moments later, she and I hung up, and I checked my e-mail. She had drawn a Christmas card, featuring one of the characters from the comic book I wrote and that she is doing beautiful illustrations for. The character, Cassie, is based mostly on me in terms of personality and life experience. Here is Bailee's genius. This is the best case of Christ-met ever!! Thanks to Bailee for renewing my faith in the holidays! And by the way, I'm Lou. :)