Sunday, September 23, 2007

I win...

I know you all will relate to what I have to say if you've ever had one of those depressing break-ups. I haven't seen my ex since months before I even left for the beautiful Argentina and now, more than a year later and only due to a mutual friend's party I ran into him there.

I thought that I was going to go suddenly retarded when T warned me he would be coming up to the appartment and I looked to a friend and said, "Girl, if I go boob on y'all can you drag me out of this place for a bit?" She looked at me like I was on crack - and it turns out I must have been. He walked in and I was thoroughly satisfied.

This is more or less one of those saw-my-ex success stories.

He walked in and kinda looked skinnier than I remembered him normally being... My taste has evolved to the meatier types. He looked at me a bit surprised (my big hair does that to folks, I've learned) and said hello. I said hello back and continued my conversation with T. He went medio wacko and started walking back and forth, saying something to me, walking away again, coming back, saying something, saying nothing...

He tried leaning in, tried to get close (not too successful there), I leaned away and stepped back and tried to gracefully dodge an attempted hug - like we were suddenly old friends... riiight - and it ended up being one of those awkward why-are-you-touching-me, arm-draped-on-the-shoulder "hugs" that lasted three-quarters of a second. He asked general or random questions and I politely answered and returned to the various conversations he had consequently interrupted.

He was there only 10 or 15 minutes and then left with his uncharacteristically cool friends who had made normal conversation with me and went out the door, stood there in the hall and came back inside to say good-bye to me... In the end I was not that confused about his behavior. One girl said it with flair: "He wants on you like white-on-rice," but my sis' phrased it just right, "He wanted you to want him and you obviously didn't."

I win.

It's everyone's fantasy to see the ex years later and be better off, satisfied with life, engaged to be married or better and more... I was one of the lucky ones.

2 comments:

La Espia T. said...

yay for you!

La Espia T. said...
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Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.