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So, like, my very first ex-GF is coming to town and we're having dinner tomorrow night. Well, Wednesday night.
It was entirely an online thing, and she broke up with me for a guy about a month and a half before we actually met. For years, I've thought of her as "the one who got away". She's married now, to a man, actually, and quite happy. But we've kept up a friendship, and it's one of those friendships where you can't bullshit the other. We may not know each other's every thought or every fact of the other's life, but we can read each other.
Which is very nice.
Case in point, she emailed me a couple of months ago, and started with:
"how are you? what are you doing these days? what girl are you chasing now?"
So I should have a fun evening tomorrow night, even if it means cleaning my apartment. I am forever cleaning my apartment, and am beginning to think that there's a law of physics that prohibits all areas of my apartment to be clean at once. But at least I have Buffy to sing along to as I do so.
I'm tired and still blah from the day's events, but I'm going to get my kitchen and living room clean tonight if it kills me.
It was entirely an online thing, and she broke up with me for a guy about a month and a half before we actually met. For years, I've thought of her as "the one who got away". She's married now, to a man, actually, and quite happy. But we've kept up a friendship, and it's one of those friendships where you can't bullshit the other. We may not know each other's every thought or every fact of the other's life, but we can read each other.
Which is very nice.
Case in point, she emailed me a couple of months ago, and started with:
"how are you? what are you doing these days? what girl are you chasing now?"
So I should have a fun evening tomorrow night, even if it means cleaning my apartment. I am forever cleaning my apartment, and am beginning to think that there's a law of physics that prohibits all areas of my apartment to be clean at once. But at least I have Buffy to sing along to as I do so.
I'm tired and still blah from the day's events, but I'm going to get my kitchen and living room clean tonight if it kills me.
