Wowee Nixon is a looker.
I drank on the beach with friends then took them to a local bar. The boyfriend texted me at about 10 saying he just arrived back. I tell my friends I'm off for the night and proceed (only down the street) to tell him that I'm breaking it off. I walk in and there's a girl from work that dropped him off. She is going through a divorce and was apparently talking, at some length, about her situation. Even as I stood collecting my thoughts about what to say to him, she talked for about 40 more minutes about her problems. When she finally left I was on the verge of passing out. I fell asleep fully clothed in his bed and the next morning he left early for a 3 hour bike ride to work leaving me some breakfast snacks on the table for when i depart after I've fully woken up.
I am leaving this weekend for home and I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to. I couldn't call him, he was at work. I couldn't wait to see him tonight, I'm leaving in a few hours to avoid traffic. So, as I've done before in the past when breaking up is on a schedule, I started to write a letter. I couldn't find a pen so I looked in a drawer above his books in his bedroom. What do I find other than some other girl's underwear, earrings, and a hair clip. Now I haven't even began to conclude that he may've cheated. He doesn't seem that smoothe, to be honest. These are some very personal items that he's probably been storing at some time. Before I went home for spring break he was sad about a dream he had about his ex gf, the love of his life who cheated and left him about a year ago.
Whether these items belong to her, or in fact some girl... I cared none. I grabbed a notepad and a pen from my truck, fearing opening some other drawer to find a pen and finding something misleading. I started with a haiku about looking for the pen and finding these items, which I laid on the table next to the note. I also wrote about how I was going to break up with him before I knew of these "other female's personal possessions." They are strong evidence of his inability to be emotionally available for me and that I'd gladly be his friend and help him critique future girlfriends.
So... I'm single. The weight has lifted. I was singing "Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News on my drive back to school.
Freedom to want, freedom to be, I am so free to dance and be me.
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"Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News
Two oclock this morning
If she should come a calling
I couldnt dream of turning her away
And if it got hot and hectic
I know shed be electric
Id let her take her chances with me
You see, she gets what she wants
cause shes heart and soul
Shes hot and cold
Shes got it all, hot loving every night
Cant you see her standing there
See how she looks, see how she cares
I let her steal the night away from me
Nine oclock this morning
She left without a warning
I let her take advantage of me
You see, she got what she wanted
cause shes heart and soul
Shes hot and cold
Shes got it all, hot loving every night
I drank on the beach with friends then took them to a local bar. The boyfriend texted me at about 10 saying he just arrived back. I tell my friends I'm off for the night and proceed (only down the street) to tell him that I'm breaking it off. I walk in and there's a girl from work that dropped him off. She is going through a divorce and was apparently talking, at some length, about her situation. Even as I stood collecting my thoughts about what to say to him, she talked for about 40 more minutes about her problems. When she finally left I was on the verge of passing out. I fell asleep fully clothed in his bed and the next morning he left early for a 3 hour bike ride to work leaving me some breakfast snacks on the table for when i depart after I've fully woken up.
I am leaving this weekend for home and I didn't want to wait any longer than I had to. I couldn't call him, he was at work. I couldn't wait to see him tonight, I'm leaving in a few hours to avoid traffic. So, as I've done before in the past when breaking up is on a schedule, I started to write a letter. I couldn't find a pen so I looked in a drawer above his books in his bedroom. What do I find other than some other girl's underwear, earrings, and a hair clip. Now I haven't even began to conclude that he may've cheated. He doesn't seem that smoothe, to be honest. These are some very personal items that he's probably been storing at some time. Before I went home for spring break he was sad about a dream he had about his ex gf, the love of his life who cheated and left him about a year ago.
Whether these items belong to her, or in fact some girl... I cared none. I grabbed a notepad and a pen from my truck, fearing opening some other drawer to find a pen and finding something misleading. I started with a haiku about looking for the pen and finding these items, which I laid on the table next to the note. I also wrote about how I was going to break up with him before I knew of these "other female's personal possessions." They are strong evidence of his inability to be emotionally available for me and that I'd gladly be his friend and help him critique future girlfriends.
So... I'm single. The weight has lifted. I was singing "Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News on my drive back to school.
Freedom to want, freedom to be, I am so free to dance and be me.
---
"Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News
Two oclock this morning
If she should come a calling
I couldnt dream of turning her away
And if it got hot and hectic
I know shed be electric
Id let her take her chances with me
You see, she gets what she wants
cause shes heart and soul
Shes hot and cold
Shes got it all, hot loving every night
Cant you see her standing there
See how she looks, see how she cares
I let her steal the night away from me
Nine oclock this morning
She left without a warning
I let her take advantage of me
You see, she got what she wanted
cause shes heart and soul
Shes hot and cold
Shes got it all, hot loving every night
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weso:
Get with the picture postings already. 
PS It was rad hanging out last night.
PS It was rad hanging out last night.
vinnyvidivici:
Good song. 