After reading Catherine's post about where she was two years ago, I started myself thinking about how much things have changed in the past two years.
Two years ago was the worst chapter of my life so far. Two years ago is the reason why I was inspired to start this blog with Catherine a couple months ago, it is the reason why I hated men so badly. I was recovering from the relationship that left me so wounded. This may sound tragic and extremely serious, it sort of is. But fear not, the chapter is closed.
So okay, enough suspense. Three years ago, I started dating this guy. Let's name him Mr.X, even though we should call him the Devil. So yes, we started dating, and in the beginning it was very unofficial, foggy and sneaky. ( if you're wondering why, it is because I dated one of Mr.X's best friends before, so he was sort of breaking the BroCode: you don't date your friend's ex.) So after a couple months, I decided to stop with all the bullshit and ask him straight up to either admit we were exclusive or let me go. Being the great catch that I am, Mr.X obviously decided to call me his girlfriend.
The relationship lasted about two years, but the last year was pure torture. I will not go into details about how bad, abusive and poisonous the relationship was, but what I will say is that I should've never commited to this person. I guess the wise thing to say here is that you learn from your mistakes and that you have to take risks to realize what you want and what you deserve, but to be honest, this was one lesson I didn't have to learn. It was not essential to my life, and it wasn't something I had to go trough to become a better person.
The inspiration for the post comes from a truly horrifying experience which happened to me at the club Monday night.
I ran into some of my ex's friends who went on to tell me that they missed me and blablabla. The one guy (he's in the running for Douche of the Year) decides to ask me to dance with him. I tell him no, I don't want to get mixed up in that anymore and to convince me, he says this:
'I'm not the jerk here, it's your ex who slept with (that hoe) while you were still together.'
WHOOOAAAAAAAAAA.
EXCUSE ME? YOU THINK I WANT TO BE REMINDED OF THAT?
So needless to say, he didn't get very far except one step closer to Douche of the Year.
With that in mind, some other things men do that we will never understand!
- Complain that women always complain.
- Throw things into their mouths to eat them. (Another dog-like quality)
- Weird facial hair choices: Goatees, mustaches, etc..
- Halo and other video game obsession. The weird thing here is mostly the macho behavior DURING the game.
- Revving the engine at stop lights. COME ON.
- WHY CAN'T MEN SHOP! It's not that hard.
- They buy the wrong size condom.
- Men tanning. EW.
- They think chivalry is dead. IT IS NOT AND I'D APPRECIATE YOU HOLDING THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME.
- They think stripes and plaid work together.
Behind every great man, there is a woman.
We've seen it happen in Sex and the City countless times. We've seen in happen in Chick Flicks. But nothing can really prepare you for the unexpected run-in with a fling/ex/man you've slept with.
It's one of those guaranteed awkward situations in life.
(*Side note: Ever notice how the word awkward just LOOKS awkward?)
Today, I had the lucky experience of running into that guy who took me on real dates, spent two weeks with me and then proceeded to tell me that we were going 'too fast', when he was the one inviting me out...
ANYWAYS.
I was just getting off the bus walking the rest of the way to work when I see a black Hyundai Accent and I'm thinking PLEASE let that not be his car, cause I knew that he had told me he was moving close to my job.
And it was him.
He pulls into the gas station, I walk by and he comes out at the exact second I'm walking by. He comes up to me and we have this GEM of a conversation:
-Hey (Him)
-Hey (Me)
-What are you doing here?
-Going to investors, you?
- Going to work
-Where?
-Rive Sud
- Oh cool, I just came from there
- You had choir?
- Yeah, gotta go to work now, bye.
It couldn't have been more awkward if we had been talking about the weather.
The upside? I didn't look bad! :) Okay, I was just wearing boring black but my makeup was done and my hair was up for work.
He, on the other hand, looked scruffy and was buying a pack of cigarettes. EW.
Carrie: I had often fantasised about running into my ex and his wife, but, in those fantasies, I was running into them with a truck.
