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Actually, today’s post kicks off with a quote from “I Want You,” but that song is really long. So, instead, our BUSoTD is “No Dancing.” “I Want You” is a pretty all-purpose guilt and longing song, so you should look it up. And send it to people. I play it for all my break-ups. It makes them feel bad.
But, I was a good girlfriend, and it never occurred to me to glance around and see what else was going on in the world. And that’s good. You can’t regret that. You can’t regret being a decent, faithful, honest person even it it later blows up in your face. It looks like they shot this in the PVC aisle at Home Depot.
Issue 5: Was I ready to date? No. Was I ready for some therapeutic dalliances of a less-than-chaste but not-quite-slutty nature? Yes. Was instant karma coming around to bite the ex in the behind? Indeed. Was I still pissed? Yes. Did I print up 200 copies of a zine compilation and sell ads and sell out? Yes I did. I’m still proud of that initiative. Was it about this time that the ex started saying we should get back together, charming me with lines like “You’re new friends are a bunch of bike-riding, backpack wearing losers and no one gives a shit what they think about anything” or “You got your hair cut. It looks good. If I didn’t know you, I would think you were attractive. Let’s get back together.” Why, yes. But I managed to resist. He also sent me a postcard, but spelled my name wrong. Dude, we lived together for four years. Figure it out, or fake it. At first I thought she was going to tell me I needed a free credit report… This one is for Angela… |
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Unrealized mutual baby crushes gone bad.
