I mean what do you say after two plus years?
I mean, do you guys even remember him?
I know some of you do.
Some of you were plagued with pathetic phone calls from a girl who was so head over heart for this boy who didn't love her back. Some of you listened ad nauseum while I went on and on and on about him.
It prompted such posts as this one:
So, last night, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth before I went to bed and I opened the cabinet.
There it is, the symbol of my relationship with Mr. I, the giant bottle of blue mouthwash.
Or the infamous post that has had more hits that probably any other post on this blog.
Or this one...
"Hello?"
"Hi. Is this [Kate]?"
"Yes."
"Are you busy?"
"Not really... Who is this?"
"This is [Mr. I's girlfriend]..."
Oh Shit.
Yeah, there was really no shortage of drama. If you happened to come along after it all, well lucky you since it's all still there :) And mostly been tagged with "Mr. I"
So it' s been like two years? Three years? It's been a long fucking time since he and I have spoken or even ran into each other. So a few days ago, I get an email...
I suppose I shouldn't be writing but I wanted to ask how everything was going,.. was hoping you and your daughters were doing well. I'm sorry we havent talked, you were my one of my favorite people to talk to you know. ...cant an old friend say hello to someone he really cared about?
How do you answer that?
Let's see... since you broke my heart, I've switched jobs twice, bought a couple of new cars, my daughter was diagnosed with AS and I bought a house...
I sat here and contemplated what to say for HOURS.
And I decided being mad wouldn't serve any purpose at all.
So he and I talked.
He's well. He's the same. Finally moved out of his parents house, still spends all his money on gadgets and has been in a relationship for two years. He apologized for everything and said that he still felt really terrible about what he'd done.
I relayed this story on and when asked if we would be friends now, I couldn't help but answer that I think I've outgrown him. I think half of his charm was the fact that I was so in love with him. Once you take that away and give me two or three years to get over him and I don't know that I could go back to spending all of my daytime minutes talking to someone I don't have anything in common with anymore.
As I type that I am afraid that he will read this and I will hurt his feelings.
I am afraid I will hurt his feelings.
I don't know, maybe we could be friends again and I am just too guarded right now...
The biggest thing?
He asked if I was seeing anyone (not in an "I want to date you" way) and I had to evaluate my love life since him.
And it's sad people.
Sad.
Labels: Being a Chic, Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
