So I just have been broken up with by the man who I am in love with. Now I didn't get broken up with because there was a lack of love, or even a disagreement. I got broken up with because the new middle life crisis age is 23. Since we also live far apart and haven't seen eachother in a month, we have decided to break up and get together for a dinner in 3 months. Until then, I am without boyfriend and best friend, and will have to brave it out on my own.
First night out as a single lady
Advice: When being broken up with a girl might have the urge to try a new drug that she hasn't done in a year. While it sounds like a good idea and very Sex and the City "this day will instead be known as the day that i got arrested for smoking a doobie", it is not. Instead of feeling more relaxed or party happy by choice of drug that will remain nameless, I freaked out and believed that I might be on the verge of an overdose. (I am an idiot). I then thought that it would be a brilliant idea to text my symptoms to my ex, now going to be refered to as "Mr. X" (very arrested development). I then an hour later came to my senses and texted him that I was fine and sorry for bothering him. Needless to say, Mr. X never called or texted back. Probably was a bad idea to text him that I was doing too many drugs on the night of our breakup.
Second night out as a single lady
I was feeling really out of it after the possible overdose, but I had promised a friend that I would go to his birthday party which was at a club that he and his roomate rented out. I decided to just throw on some clothes and go with my roomate last second, only to keep up with friendships. I thought, "O okay, I will just got for an hour get a picture or two taken to show I was there and just leave". I was so wrong. I get to the party and go to the VIP section upstairs and get a drink. I start talking to my friends that were there and then all the sudden out of the corner of my eye I see an old ex boyfriend. Before Mr. X, this ex boyfriend was THE ex boyfriend. We dated two years ago and really hadn't talked since. He had broken my heart, and as revenge whenever I would get drunk I would tell people who knew him that he was bad in the sac (he was, so at least it wasnt a lie). Some of the people I had told this to were even at the party with him. My knees literally started to shake. To my horror when up in the VIP section he walked past me and made eye contact. I thought "O okay I will just say 'Hi' and then he will leave". Nope. He stayed to talk with me FOREVER. He was acting all nervous and strange. It was kind of nice to see him all tense because it made me alot more calm. He kept asking if I liked to party. It was wierd and I really didn't put together what he meant until later. He got my number, said a string of odd things, and I am now completely mind fucked. Figured out later that he was asking me if I wanted to do coke with him, which I didnt, but he successfully ended the evening by saying that it was wierd that he wouldnt see me for months... Um then why ask for my number? The whole night just made me miss Mr. X more and made me realize that I do not want to see him in two years and have him ask me for coke. Why God why must the second day of single life include a visit from the ex boyfriend who I havent seen in two years? Ridiculous.
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