What are my updates? Life continues to move tremendously fast. Between not knowing if my journals are really all that interesting and not knowing where to start or how much I want to put on this site, I don't know where to begin. Funny, coming from the guy who babbles on ad nausem with every little detail, eh?
No pictures in this one, so if you're looking for microwave-span entertainment, just leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you whenever I damn well feel like it.
My buddy went overseas for a year, which makes life at the cafe community very different and, for most of the people I consider friends outside of that place, dead. It's not what it used to be, and for a business, that's actually a good thing. Hell, we all need to move on in life, and his departure was the denuement of that era of my life. A good thing, too.
I haven't spoken with the ex in probably 3+ weeks. I really haven't been counting, as part of my attempt to truly move on. Yeah, I think about her very often and where things went wrong, but I've also succeeded in forgetting her phone numbers, let alone hosting the desire to call her. No, the more I feel disdain about the idea of us being in contact, the more I can look myself in the mirror. And these days, damn, I'm pretty. . . .
Funny story -- I had done such a good job of forgetting her numbers that, up until a few weeks ago, whenever she called, which was only a few times, I wouldn't recognize her number, so my dumb ass would pick up. I used my business voice, so I wonder if she realized that I'd pulled her numbers from my phone. But as I noticed the trend that I was (truly by accident) picking up on her calls, I decided to plug them back in the phone . . .as "Don't Answer" and "Don't Answer 2."
Honestly, I expect some time down the road to hear from her. I don't particularly want to maintain contact with her, she doesn't deserve my friendship, but I know she's got issues, and I may, in a moment of weakness, even talk to her. Beyond that, folks, I really think this is the last I'll mention her again. Until that time, anyway, and hopefully that will be a long, long time.
I'm also marinating on my life in the aftermath. I've hooked up with three girls since she and I split, and although none of them lasted (I got the dump this afternoon on the 3rd one), they were all better in the breakup (if one calls it that; I'm not particularly experienced with the brief flings) than the shit with the ex. I don't know how to explain it, other than I finally found my speed of girl, but for varying reasons, none of them have lasted long, but I know this much:
- I had a blast being with them, and it was about me being with them for the sake of being with them, not about being a distraction from her.
- They had a good time. I treated them all like ladies, but not to the point of being whipped.
- The romance was good. I made them feel pretty, and special, and desired. I'm sure I wasn't the best they'd ever had, but then again, these didn't have the lifespan to develop to that higher eschelon. But I know I was better than most, and, at the very worst, far better than mediocre.
- Two of the three used the phrase "not feeling the spark." Okay, so its not meant to be. From what they said, that doesn't mean I was particularly bad. Just not what they were looking for.
- They all treated me with dignity. Let me down easy, if you want to use the cliche. I think this is so important in a breakup, and this is the main problem with how things ended with my ex. I have no animosity towards any of these girls. Even if I was the worst guy they'd ever dated (I did get several follow up dates, folks, and am hanging out with two of them), they did right by me, and hence, I will do right by them and hold no grudges.
- It should have been this way with the ex. I tried for it to be as such.
Conclution: It really was her, not me.
Man, that really is a load off my mind. Rant over. I promise.
For the record, I have NEVER gotten this much consecutive action in my entire life. I normally hit major dry spells between girlfriends. I don't know what it is, but it's been great. I also don't expect it to become my industry standard.
Time to focus on me for awhile. Destination: 185 lbs, out of debt, THEN back in the dating scene.
Damn, there's some serious sets going up recently. Far too many to name anymore. It's time to switch up one's style of life yo.
No pictures in this one, so if you're looking for microwave-span entertainment, just leave a message at the beep and I'll get back to you whenever I damn well feel like it.
My buddy went overseas for a year, which makes life at the cafe community very different and, for most of the people I consider friends outside of that place, dead. It's not what it used to be, and for a business, that's actually a good thing. Hell, we all need to move on in life, and his departure was the denuement of that era of my life. A good thing, too.
I haven't spoken with the ex in probably 3+ weeks. I really haven't been counting, as part of my attempt to truly move on. Yeah, I think about her very often and where things went wrong, but I've also succeeded in forgetting her phone numbers, let alone hosting the desire to call her. No, the more I feel disdain about the idea of us being in contact, the more I can look myself in the mirror. And these days, damn, I'm pretty. . . .
Funny story -- I had done such a good job of forgetting her numbers that, up until a few weeks ago, whenever she called, which was only a few times, I wouldn't recognize her number, so my dumb ass would pick up. I used my business voice, so I wonder if she realized that I'd pulled her numbers from my phone. But as I noticed the trend that I was (truly by accident) picking up on her calls, I decided to plug them back in the phone . . .as "Don't Answer" and "Don't Answer 2."
Honestly, I expect some time down the road to hear from her. I don't particularly want to maintain contact with her, she doesn't deserve my friendship, but I know she's got issues, and I may, in a moment of weakness, even talk to her. Beyond that, folks, I really think this is the last I'll mention her again. Until that time, anyway, and hopefully that will be a long, long time.
I'm also marinating on my life in the aftermath. I've hooked up with three girls since she and I split, and although none of them lasted (I got the dump this afternoon on the 3rd one), they were all better in the breakup (if one calls it that; I'm not particularly experienced with the brief flings) than the shit with the ex. I don't know how to explain it, other than I finally found my speed of girl, but for varying reasons, none of them have lasted long, but I know this much:
- I had a blast being with them, and it was about me being with them for the sake of being with them, not about being a distraction from her.
- They had a good time. I treated them all like ladies, but not to the point of being whipped.
- The romance was good. I made them feel pretty, and special, and desired. I'm sure I wasn't the best they'd ever had, but then again, these didn't have the lifespan to develop to that higher eschelon. But I know I was better than most, and, at the very worst, far better than mediocre.
- Two of the three used the phrase "not feeling the spark." Okay, so its not meant to be. From what they said, that doesn't mean I was particularly bad. Just not what they were looking for.
- They all treated me with dignity. Let me down easy, if you want to use the cliche. I think this is so important in a breakup, and this is the main problem with how things ended with my ex. I have no animosity towards any of these girls. Even if I was the worst guy they'd ever dated (I did get several follow up dates, folks, and am hanging out with two of them), they did right by me, and hence, I will do right by them and hold no grudges.
- It should have been this way with the ex. I tried for it to be as such.
Conclution: It really was her, not me.
Man, that really is a load off my mind. Rant over. I promise.
For the record, I have NEVER gotten this much consecutive action in my entire life. I normally hit major dry spells between girlfriends. I don't know what it is, but it's been great. I also don't expect it to become my industry standard.
Time to focus on me for awhile. Destination: 185 lbs, out of debt, THEN back in the dating scene.
Damn, there's some serious sets going up recently. Far too many to name anymore. It's time to switch up one's style of life yo.
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terrakotta:
Once again, you kick my ass with the remake trivia. !!!
monica:
thanks for the comment on my set 