My last guy was a heel, but I guess that is how it had to end. Soon he will know what an app is when I use my smart phone to get revenge. Once we were joined at the hip and on our social network. Now I will intercept his every text and e-mail alert. I will upload all of his forgotten photos to Instagram and post to all of his Face Book friends. I will reply to all of his steamy text and give out his new girls phone numbers to all of his friends. With live streaming I will observe him, as he is in his natural state. Lounging around his back yard in his boxers with fuzzy house shoes on his feet. I will make him famous with his new Twitter account, the tweets that he will send, will be what everyone is talking about. I will post his photo to special dating sites and photo shop him into certain parades. Everyone will love his new Rainbow tattoo, it will make him all of the rage. When I am finished, he will be utterly alone. All of this will be accomplished, simply by using my smart phone.