Should a person be flattered or offended if an ex boyfriend's new girlfriend strikingly resembles them? This is a question that I pose to people a lot, and I have received mixed reviews.  I pose this question to a group of people and I was surprised at the amount of people that said they would be offended.  So, I want to know your thoughts.  Should a girl be flattered or offended if the new girl looks, acts, or is a replica of them?

Question!
Why is it that whenever you seem to not think about an "ex" they either pop up or call? "He" called, but I refused to answer.  "He" is this guy that I dated about 3 years ago, but never quite got him out of my system (hehe).

I tried, I tried... to maintain a friendship with him, but if a friendship is based on good will and a connection between two, our friendship ended years ago. 

"He" lies
Have you ever been friends with someone and you totally can predict the next lie they're about to utter? It becomes lie after lie, after... hell... eventually lies turn into horse do-do.

What would be the point? I've been there before with him.... when I say that I've been there before, I'm referring to the drama.

It's like a part of me wanted to pick up the phone and see how he was doing, because I haven't talked to him in a few weeks, but I knew picking up would involve me being extremely irritated and overall discontentment with the conversation.  Hell, I probably shouldn't even consider him an ex since "he" says we never dated.  The nerve... I felt disrespected and utterly annoyed when he said that.  If anything, "I should be the one not claiming him," I thought. 

What does "he" have? What was the attraction?  I ask myself sometimes.  However, my line of questions to myself are simply for 'self actualization' purposes, because I know exactly what "he" had, and what I was attracted to.  You're probably wondering, but simply put, in the beginning "he" was charming, loving, kind, and made me laugh.  "He" was that person that could make me laugh and I would crack up for hours. 

"We" were completely different, but I was attracted to that.  Somehow, his layers were peeled and I began to see a person that I didn't like so much.  Once peeled, all that was left was a bare onion, and NO matter how many times I tried to stop crying I couldn't stop.  Kinda an oxymoron, because a part of me couldn't stand him but the other part adored him.  Or maybe it was me wanting to adore him.  But then again I could go back and forth all day long with asking why and how questions.

Simply put,
time to move the hell on!