THE INTRODUCTION
It’s as if you send out a beaming signal when you’re single. From the moment I broke up, I met / bumped into/ was engaged in random FB, g-talk, or Whatsapp conversations with every ex b.f, crush or just that random interested party that had ever crossed my path before.
It’s as if you send out a beaming signal when you’re single. From the moment I broke up, I met / bumped into/ was engaged in random FB, g-talk, or Whatsapp conversations with every ex b.f, crush or just that random interested party that had ever crossed my path before.
It’s as if they were all entering the ring for a round two.
This doesn’t mean there weren’t new interested parties in the list but the old
interested parties far outweighed the new one’s.
Just to explain what I mean. On the day I flew to Delhi to
try and salvage my relationship with the ‘pastors son’, the day it all went to
shit. On that very day I also had the fine distinction of spending the rest of
the evening with my ex- bf the ex before
the ex , ‘THE EX- EX’. How does that happen- I’m not really even sure I know? But
I’m sure it has something to do with that magnet for trouble thing.
But the positive of meeting an ex on the night you break up
with your current b.f is this- you look at this man you once loved and you
think wow I have no feelings for you what so ever. In fact you’re a little shocked at the idea that you were once madly in love with that small man (not in
character but in size – I went through a small man phase for lack of actual man
sized boys in college). So yeah the evening was awkward and weird but I felt
hopeful that I would one day meet the ‘pastors son’ and not feel so madly in
love anymore.
I have run away from the point and the point is this. The
first half of my dating disasters include all the men from before who
returned. So why was the universe adding
to my confused mind. Was this a sign? Did I meet the love of my life already? Did
I completely miss my chance? Was this redo time?
So I feel I must offer a disclaimer: I am not blonde, and do
not bear any resemblance to CAMERON DIAZ
from SOMETHING ABOUT MARY. I am 26, a
little chubby , pleasant to look at ( I think anyway). So yeah, I am not the hot
chick guys spend years obsessing over. I am the fun girl who had lots of
friends and invested large amounts of time making people laugh. So yeah that’s me
CONFUSED – FUN – TROUBLE MAGNET- WITH THE LITTLE BIT OFF CENTRE MORAL COMPASS
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