Oh Snap! Break-Up's and Unwanted Calls!
I just recieved a voice mail from my one friend and ex-boyfriend calling to say hi and see what's up. First let me tell you how I broke up with this boy. I wrote him a note, telling him, and this is from the actual letter, "I can't stand kissing anymore. It's not just your kisses, but I it's the thought of kissing every man...I think I'm a lesbian."
As bad as it may seem, it still continues to be my favorite break up (I almost topped off another relationship by using a Woody Allen quote "I think what we got on our hands, is a dead shark." but I do have a heart). The reason I broke up with this kid is because his pot smoking and general stupidity got in the way of our relationship (i.e. promising me a romantic fancy dinner, but come that night, he spent his money on pot and made me pay the bill, He made fun of me because I wanted to do my homework instead of smoke pot with he and my buddies, he never read a book in his life, and took special ed classes (my only excuse for ever dating his was that I was young and retarded)).
After the break-up, I still heard about him from some of my friends that hung out with him occasionally, and he ended up becoming a crack head, which is fucking lovely, but it seems that's what I do to guys. I either fuck up their entire life, or turn them gay (3/6 are gay or bisexual. Which one will you be?). But I guess he cleaned up some and is now an alcoholic. Fun!
However, on to the call...
My friend, that I haven't talked to in over a year because I fell out of the party hard crowd, and an alcoholic, called me up to say hey. It is nice to hear from these guys, and it's true, I did have fun with them. On this voice mail was another slew of people that I enjoyed my time with, including a formoer co-worker, a childhood friend, a girl that I liked until I realized that she was a fake lesbian (everytime we kissed, it had to be in front of guys, which irked me), and the ex.
I'm confused with my feelings right now. I don't know if I should be weirded out that these people, that I pretty much ignored because I didn't want to be around that crowd anymore, called me up while they were most likely drunk, or if I should be touched that these people, who I ignored for the past year, called me up because they were thinking of me, and remembering the times, such as "remember the time she got so drunk that she started puking up blood, and when her friends dragged her to the bed, her shirt flew up and everyone saw her boobs?!" (yes that actually happened).
Either way, I still don't know, and I'll probably handle it like I handle other all other difficult situations...which means ignore it. Maybe I'll call the guy back (because he used to be hot, but then smoking and drinking was turning his body ugly the last time I saw him, but I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it was a trick of the light), but I doubt I will because hanging out with a guy at 3pm when he's trashed, isn't really that much fun.
But I definatly want to stay away from the ex. Remembering my 6 fucking months spent with him is difficult enough, and I continue to want to just scrub that out of my past. But hey, life is a lesson, and he was definatly a learning experience. One that I beg will never happen again.
Shit this is a long fucking post. Goodnight and sleep tight everyone.
I just recieved a voice mail from my one friend and ex-boyfriend calling to say hi and see what's up. First let me tell you how I broke up with this boy. I wrote him a note, telling him, and this is from the actual letter, "I can't stand kissing anymore. It's not just your kisses, but I it's the thought of kissing every man...I think I'm a lesbian."
As bad as it may seem, it still continues to be my favorite break up (I almost topped off another relationship by using a Woody Allen quote "I think what we got on our hands, is a dead shark." but I do have a heart). The reason I broke up with this kid is because his pot smoking and general stupidity got in the way of our relationship (i.e. promising me a romantic fancy dinner, but come that night, he spent his money on pot and made me pay the bill, He made fun of me because I wanted to do my homework instead of smoke pot with he and my buddies, he never read a book in his life, and took special ed classes (my only excuse for ever dating his was that I was young and retarded)).
After the break-up, I still heard about him from some of my friends that hung out with him occasionally, and he ended up becoming a crack head, which is fucking lovely, but it seems that's what I do to guys. I either fuck up their entire life, or turn them gay (3/6 are gay or bisexual. Which one will you be?). But I guess he cleaned up some and is now an alcoholic. Fun!
However, on to the call...
My friend, that I haven't talked to in over a year because I fell out of the party hard crowd, and an alcoholic, called me up to say hey. It is nice to hear from these guys, and it's true, I did have fun with them. On this voice mail was another slew of people that I enjoyed my time with, including a formoer co-worker, a childhood friend, a girl that I liked until I realized that she was a fake lesbian (everytime we kissed, it had to be in front of guys, which irked me), and the ex.
I'm confused with my feelings right now. I don't know if I should be weirded out that these people, that I pretty much ignored because I didn't want to be around that crowd anymore, called me up while they were most likely drunk, or if I should be touched that these people, who I ignored for the past year, called me up because they were thinking of me, and remembering the times, such as "remember the time she got so drunk that she started puking up blood, and when her friends dragged her to the bed, her shirt flew up and everyone saw her boobs?!" (yes that actually happened).
Either way, I still don't know, and I'll probably handle it like I handle other all other difficult situations...which means ignore it. Maybe I'll call the guy back (because he used to be hot, but then smoking and drinking was turning his body ugly the last time I saw him, but I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it was a trick of the light), but I doubt I will because hanging out with a guy at 3pm when he's trashed, isn't really that much fun.
But I definatly want to stay away from the ex. Remembering my 6 fucking months spent with him is difficult enough, and I continue to want to just scrub that out of my past. But hey, life is a lesson, and he was definatly a learning experience. One that I beg will never happen again.
Shit this is a long fucking post. Goodnight and sleep tight everyone.
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Nitrous, yeah I knew that kid that smoked and had a 4.0 GPA, but he was a dick so I didn't care, although I thought it was hilarious when he was suspeneded from school for getting caught with pot the day he had to do a speech in our english honors class about legalizing marijuana. I just don't think that it's anything special, and I'm not attracted to it.
either_or, it's deleted and I'm waiting for you to call me...