It’s true. Harvey Dent is a complete slimeball. The information I have received this evening confirms it. I am utterly shocked, hurt, angry and betrayed.  I am not going to say ‘never’. Particularly at the moment, when I am a swirling mix of emotions, but I don’t plan on having any sort of conversation with H.D. ever again.  Except maybe to tell him where he can take himself and what he can do when he gets there.  Taking it to the next level, I will go for coffee with those mutual friends who I know through H.D. — they vaguely know the story (not inifially from me). The object of H.D.’s obsession will also be updated (since last Thursday).  I will let them know the truth of the situation rather than how it’s been stated and then I will say good-bye.  Because I am done. I want this asshat out of my life.
And for those who read this who know who H.D. is, my only hope is that knowing what I and the object of his obsession has gone through, that you will warn those who come along in the future who develop an interest in this one. He’s one to stay away from. Far, far, away.