I like them tall, hot and emotionally unavailable!
Sexy title, no?
How sad it is compeletely COMPLETELY true.
Story time.
Those of you long term readers to the blog, you remember my boys. "The Boys" My trifecta of awesome, my beacon of reason, this past couple of months I made the critical error in judgement by getting into that effed up tango of "will we or won't we," messed up, make-out, I like you/I don't, with the ONE of my boys who I shouldnt' have started that dance with: The Ex. The Ex, whose girlfriend of 4 something years up and decided one day last year that she needed to be free to fly or find herself or some crap. And in the proccess, EFFED HIM UP BEYOND REASON. FUBAR my friends. He is FUBAR.
And I absolutely tried to look around it, I wasn't trying to force him to Girlfriend status, so I figured we could just have fun with what it was. HA. I am SO freaking stupid at times, I amuse myself.
It all blew up in my face this weekend. As he sat there on my couch telling me how he loved me, and thought I was amazing, he was so happy when he was with me and we just connect physically but he couldn't romantically connect with me but he someday could see himself with me... maybe but he loved me, blah blah blah. I am STILL not sure WTF that means. Oh Wait! I know what it means... "E-M-O-T-I-O-N-A-L-L-Y unavailable"
At first I thougth it was me. I am unloveable. I am unconnectable. Then I realized...(with the help on not one but 2- two hour conversations with Jase and a flurry of emails with James) it isn't me. I am awesome, and he is stupid. Really. REALLY stupid.
So now, here I am 5 days later (which seems like a record time, but let's be frank blog, I am too old to be living this break-up ish out and holding on to something that is stupid) and we are at an interesting point.
James helped me realize, I am okay. And really, I am. I am so over it. Which seems odd, but I know there is someone way better out there for me (Tom Brady can you hear me?) and he is really gonna regret losing me (thanks Nicole.) And it is cool, I am down for a break from the ups and downs with him... But I wish we could just get here-
The Ex avoids me for weeks on end.
Finally calling, so I can tell him dude, you messed up, you lost any chance of EVER being with me and you have been a selfish/stupid bastard for the past 6 months and you need to get right. Maybe there is a little bit of me being like DUDE... NEVER mention your stupid emotional issues to me again and start treating me like the PRIZE FRIEND, I AM. (Jason does this by always taking me to Disneyland)
He says sorry. A LOT.
Takes my ass to Seaworld, finds Tom Brady and introduces me to him and we all live happily ever after. Well, I live happily ever after. The Ex finds a girl not nearly as awesome as me, and lives somewhat happily ever after.
Let's all hope he gets his head out of his ass (all I am waiting for is a big ass apology) sooner rather than later so I can go to SeaWorld and meet Tom Brady.
How sad it is compeletely COMPLETELY true.
Story time.
Those of you long term readers to the blog, you remember my boys. "The Boys" My trifecta of awesome, my beacon of reason, this past couple of months I made the critical error in judgement by getting into that effed up tango of "will we or won't we," messed up, make-out, I like you/I don't, with the ONE of my boys who I shouldnt' have started that dance with: The Ex. The Ex, whose girlfriend of 4 something years up and decided one day last year that she needed to be free to fly or find herself or some crap. And in the proccess, EFFED HIM UP BEYOND REASON. FUBAR my friends. He is FUBAR.
And I absolutely tried to look around it, I wasn't trying to force him to Girlfriend status, so I figured we could just have fun with what it was. HA. I am SO freaking stupid at times, I amuse myself.
It all blew up in my face this weekend. As he sat there on my couch telling me how he loved me, and thought I was amazing, he was so happy when he was with me and we just connect physically but he couldn't romantically connect with me but he someday could see himself with me... maybe but he loved me, blah blah blah. I am STILL not sure WTF that means. Oh Wait! I know what it means... "E-M-O-T-I-O-N-A-L-L-Y unavailable"
At first I thougth it was me. I am unloveable. I am unconnectable. Then I realized...(with the help on not one but 2- two hour conversations with Jase and a flurry of emails with James) it isn't me. I am awesome, and he is stupid. Really. REALLY stupid.
So now, here I am 5 days later (which seems like a record time, but let's be frank blog, I am too old to be living this break-up ish out and holding on to something that is stupid) and we are at an interesting point.
James helped me realize, I am okay. And really, I am. I am so over it. Which seems odd, but I know there is someone way better out there for me (Tom Brady can you hear me?) and he is really gonna regret losing me (thanks Nicole.) And it is cool, I am down for a break from the ups and downs with him... But I wish we could just get here-
The Ex avoids me for weeks on end.
Finally calling, so I can tell him dude, you messed up, you lost any chance of EVER being with me and you have been a selfish/stupid bastard for the past 6 months and you need to get right. Maybe there is a little bit of me being like DUDE... NEVER mention your stupid emotional issues to me again and start treating me like the PRIZE FRIEND, I AM. (Jason does this by always taking me to Disneyland)
He says sorry. A LOT.
Takes my ass to Seaworld, finds Tom Brady and introduces me to him and we all live happily ever after. Well, I live happily ever after. The Ex finds a girl not nearly as awesome as me, and lives somewhat happily ever after.
Let's all hope he gets his head out of his ass (all I am waiting for is a big ass apology) sooner rather than later so I can go to SeaWorld and meet Tom Brady.
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