Why am I so flustered about getting a really fun day with Engineer instead of the text message that I asked for? I don't know if I'm more upset with him or with my reaction to the situation. A text message ending was the one thing I felt I had control over, and I felt cheated. Am I really so stubborn that I can't accept a different storyline to the plot I wanted?
Apparently, yes, because I'm blogging about it five days later. I feel that he was wrong, but I was too. Or were we both right?
HOW CAN I EVER HAVE A FUNCTIONING RELATIONSHIP IF STUFF LIKE THIS KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT???????
Moving on because I have never been so passionate about something so stupid. It doesn't matter. Really, really doesn't.
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I had intended to keep in touch with Photographer after I sent him an I'm-seeing-someone-else Facebook message six months ago, and this week presented the perfect opportunity to prove to myself and the world that people can stay friends after they end a relationship through electronic communication. We met up in Wallingford for beers last night and had a great time. He told me about his mountain biking races, I told him about climbing Adams, and then we decided to make a movie together for an amateur pornography festival. You know, typical Seattle dialogue between ex-partners.
At some point between the second and the third beer, he paused in the conversation: "I forgot what I was saying- I've just been trying really hard not to look down your dress."
I turn 32 next week. He turns 36 a few days later. This is how we do it.
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Not dating for a bit because I have a trip to Alaska and a big mountain climb on my schedule. BRB.
Apparently, yes, because I'm blogging about it five days later. I feel that he was wrong, but I was too. Or were we both right?
HOW CAN I EVER HAVE A FUNCTIONING RELATIONSHIP IF STUFF LIKE THIS KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT???????
Moving on because I have never been so passionate about something so stupid. It doesn't matter. Really, really doesn't.
********************************************************************************
I had intended to keep in touch with Photographer after I sent him an I'm-seeing-someone-else Facebook message six months ago, and this week presented the perfect opportunity to prove to myself and the world that people can stay friends after they end a relationship through electronic communication. We met up in Wallingford for beers last night and had a great time. He told me about his mountain biking races, I told him about climbing Adams, and then we decided to make a movie together for an amateur pornography festival. You know, typical Seattle dialogue between ex-partners.
At some point between the second and the third beer, he paused in the conversation: "I forgot what I was saying- I've just been trying really hard not to look down your dress."
I turn 32 next week. He turns 36 a few days later. This is how we do it.
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Not dating for a bit because I have a trip to Alaska and a big mountain climb on my schedule. BRB.
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