13 posts tagged “ex”
I say, "we were never friends." Once we're over all obligations are done.
What I mean by "we were never friends" is that there's a clear distinction between why you end up friends with someone and why you date someone. There's a level of possession, need, desire with the one you date. You don't feel any pressure of hurting feelings if you tell a friend you went out on a hot date. There's no pressure because there's less emotions invested. While you can care and love your friends, the level of intimacy is less intense than with someone you date.
I used to feel so guilty for not being able to be friends with an ex. I felt like I was just a bitch and couldn't get over that person. The truth is I never really get over any of my boyfriends. Or maybe I just don't want that reminder of failure in my face. I don't want that person around and watch them move on while I wonder "what happened to us? Why didn't he want me?"
I don't want to think about all the things that never were. - Britney Spears, Out From Under
The way I see it now is if someone thinks or has the audacity to want to be my friend after a relationship, I probably didn't mean that much in the first place. Wouldn't he be hurt that our relationship ended too? If he really wanted me and just me, wouldn't he want all of me to the very limit and wouldn't settle for less, especially since he has all of me right there and now? Anyone who can make the transition from lover to friend, in my eyes, probably didn't invest as much emotionally to begin with. The loss wasn't that great and, therefore, the shift in relationship status isn't that big a change.
He always thought of me as a friend. A friend he could fuck. A fucking friend does not a girlfriend make.
Hi. I've been out clubbing with a bunch of hot, gay men. That's why posts have been scarce. I'll return to my Singles Cruise report soon, but right now I have to get this off my chest.
My ex CG, the guy who was the catalyst for this blog, moved to Portland. I found out by cyber spying on his Facebook page. I'm not sure how I feel about it. No, that's not true. I feel relieved that there is no possibility in ever running into him in LA. I'm sad because we still can't be friends even though he's leaving LA now. He's probably still working for the same company where we met, and as my leaving that company wasn't amicable and one of the reasons for our breakup, I don't want to bring any drama into his life or welcome any drama from my ex-boss into mine.
And so we move on.
Finally, I think I've lost weight. My new diet is lots of alcohal and dancing in hot, gay clubs until the place shuts down. Do that about 3-4 times a week and you'll be a skinny bitch.
A little more than a week before my cruise. I'm not mentally prepared. I think I'll wait for the last minute to get everything ready.
I've been feeling nostalgic lately for all things Ex - ex-boyfriends, ex-lovers, ex-dates, ex-friends. I want to share my moments of psycho, so you know that you're not alone (you know who you are). Let's talk about cyber spying on social networks.
My gripe with social networks is that your info is out there for anyone to see (that is if you don't set the right privacy settings) and anyone keep up to date with your happenings. However, the ignorance in privacy settings can work to your advantage when checking up on people from the past.
Recently, I've been curious about the status of one ex-bf. I'm not in the habit of being friends with any of my exes, but I'll write a post about why later. To satisfy my curiosity, I searched him on Facebook. Since we're in the same network (Los Angeles) I was able to look at his profile. He's still single (or so he says). From his profile photos I can tell that he's moved to a new apartment. He still has his cat, and he looks exactly the same.
Next, I checked in on a certain ex-lover-jackass. He's not on Facebook (I searched and searched), but he is on LinkedIn, the social network site for career building. He just started working for a new company on the westside of LA. That means he's probably still living in the westside and he's still a jackass.
Finally, I was curious about what FWC was doing. People at work ask me if I talk to him and, to their disappointment, I tell them I don't speak to him anymore. From another co-worker who is in touch with FWC, it seems like he's still out of work, but spending his time on his many pet projects. I checked out his YouTube page to see if FWC made any new, stupid music videos (FWC thinks he's a rapper).
So, being fully aware that these same people could be looking me up on any said social networks, I made sure that my privacy settings were such to allow only information I wanted them to see. Example, put up the most flattering, sexy, "I bet you wish you were still with me" photo as your Facebook profile picture. Hide everything you don't want them to see. Share everything you do want them to see.
I had another dream about DK last night. It was so real when I woke up this morning I wasn't sure if it was a dream or if it really happened.
In my dream I was walking down the street and I saw DK with a girl. He spotted me and waved, came up to me to say hello. He said she wasn't his girlfriend, but I knew he was lying. I woke up a little more empty inside.
I guess I'm having a harder time getting over this then I'm willing to admit. All my recent dates have failed because of me and my closed heart. And even though I know it's over between us, it's so hard to move passed this because we never discussed the end.
He just stopped calling me.
I have a family history of neglect and abandonment. So, this feeling of worthlessness is resurfacing. I want feel happiness again.
In October it will be a year since I last saw DK. By that time I'll be on another cruise, this time through the Caribbean. So, again, I'll mend my broken heart the same way I did when the Ex dumped me - out on open waters.
I can't believe I forgot to tell you this. While the Irishman and I were at lunch we ran into my ex CG. He was sitting in the table next to us with some girl, his girlfriend I suppose. I completely freaked out...on the inside. I couldn't believe I could run into him of all places after all this time. And he swore to me during the break up that he wasn't going to be dating for a long time. All breakup bullshit, yes I know.
Then he got up, to go to the restroom I guess. And then he came back and I got a good look at him.
It wasn't him.
My previous post in which I declared little going on wasn't true. Things have been happening, but because of last week's Work Crush incident, I decided to downplay anything that happened between him and me during the week. That includes remarks like "Hearing your voice makes my day."
So, just how I ended up spending another Saturday with Work Crush, you've got me. We made plans to have sushi after he broke his fast (for Yom Kippur). I got to his place a little early to hang out and then a knock at the door.
Voice: [Work Crush]?
Work Crush: Shit! It's that psycho girl.
Psycho girl? There's some psycho girl knocking on his door and calling his name. He leaves to take care of her and asks me to hide out in his place because he's not letting her in. He's gone for an hour(!) and then comes back to say that he's driving her home and hopes I'll hang out until he gets back.
Sure. I can't wait to see how this ends.
Ten minutes later Work Crush calls on his way back from the drop off point. Psycho Girl was a friend he talked to a few times. Today she called out of the blue and asked to hide out at his place, but because of his plans with me, was denied. She still shows up and is crying. When he gets her home she says she thought they were dating and that he would never see her again or find another girl like her.
Me: How long have you known this girl?
Work Crush: Only a month.
Me: Where did you met her?
Work Crush: (look of shame and regret) That's the thing. On JDate. I've got to get my profile off that thing.
YES!
I interrogated him further about how Psycho Girl could have thought that they were dating. Afterwards, I told him the story of Stalker. Looks like Work Crush and I have a little more in common now. But who's the Psycho Girl? That bitch from last week? The girl he sent flowers to?
Yesterday was the anniversary of the day my ex dumped me. Appropriate that this week also confirmed my fears that I have a treatable, but incurable STD. The thought did occur to me to maybe call Ex and check in with him.
Him: Hi. It's been a long time. How are you?
Me: I have [STD].
Happy times indeed.
How old were you when you had your very first boyfriend/girlfriend? Do you still know them now?
Submitted by KIM.
My first boyfriend was DP in high school. We shared the same birthday and he was/is totally gay.
But this QotD is about the first crush. I went back, back into my childhood. Then I realized - my first crush's name was D, the same name as DK and Mr. F Buddy. And childhood D is the same nationality as DK - Korean.
Must stay away from Korean guys named D. They'll use me and break my heart.
Childhood D lived across the street and I stayed at his house after school until my parents came home. He played the violin and I would watch his mom make kimchi so I could tell my mom how to make it (Mom's little spy). One day we were in the bathroom together and I showed him my boobs. I had none at the time; I was five. He thought it was gross.
Stay away from Korean guys named D. I'll inadvertently show them my boobs.
I think Carrie Bradshaw said something about living in a city full of memories of your past relationships. Today I had one of those moments. I was visiting a friend and we drove past CG's old place. I looked into the parking lot to see if his car was still there. There was another car in his spot.
I guess he moved out...moved on.
I know I'll never see him again even though we live in the same city. It's a big place. A place where you can get lost. A place where you can hide. But still the fear at the possibility of seeing him again exists.
Maybe I'm afraid that he was able to move on and that our relationship held no significance to him. That he remembers me as another "psycho ex girlfriend" (as he called all his exes); just a mistake that he could never fathom making these days.
But if I did see him would I want him back.
No. No. That time has past and I'm destined for greatness...wherever he is.
And Greatness is definitely going to appreciate a girlfriend who knows how to pole dance.
