The Ties That Bind...
As everyone knows, I've been single for about 3 years now. What everyone also knows is that my most memorable ex's name is Fabrice. I'd pretty much wiped the boy out of my life and out of my mind, but since we dated for over 2 years in college, people can't help but associate us together. Fine, I can deal with that. Now, I rarely keep in touch with ex-boyfriends, but I try to make nice when necessary. So Fabrice and I talk probably every 3-4 months. Whatever, on to the point (and another that arose today)...
I sent Fabrice a text message asking him if he was moving to Atlanta, cuz I hear things and I wanted to know from the source. So he answers me and can't let it go, he's got a million more questions. So I told him I didn't want to talk, I just needed to know if I was moving anytime soon (I know, not nice, but I don't care, so plllttt!). Then he asked (cuz that's how he gets down) if he could stay with me when he came to visit. I told him no, that he and his girlfriend weren't welcome. Sounds like I'm hating, right? Wrong.
Let me tell you about Fabrice's girlfriend. She used to be my friend, and I mean GOOD friend. Debra Hoyt. I listened to her cry over this man and that man and she was with me whenever Fabrice and I had drama.
We were teammates in high school, suitemates in college and just really good friends. We fell outta touch around when my mom passed (I'm getting a sense of deja vu here, so I'm gonna move on). Bottom line, she's with Fabrice and believe you me, she can have him, but I'll be damned if they make babies in my house. Absolutely NOT. So Fabrice got upset with me for being honest and basically said in not so many words that I was a bitch. Again, I don't care, it's how I feel, suck it up. Needless to say, that was last Tuesday and we haven't spoken since, but I'm not losing sleep over it, trust me. If I never see the two of them again, I'd be all too happy.
Now, on to today's revelation (I always have these things, don't I?). I was telling my friend Corey about this, too. I was talking about internet dating and I realized how screwed I was. On the internet, I'm funny, witty and sarcastic, I'm awesome. On the phone, I'm the same way. But, in person, people see me as a bitch. I don't know why the change of actually seeing me makes people hate me, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. Whatever.
Now, something else that happened today kinda knocked me off balance. I found myself attracted to someone. Someone I shouldn't be attracted to. I shouldn't be atrracted to him because he's younger than I am (and I mean YOUNGER) and also because sometimes you should just let the fantasy stay a fantasy (long story short, met a guy that was hot and sexy, called him, he was a dummy, lesson learned). Plus, there's a tie there that I really shoudn't mess with. He's a cutie and he's on my level, so to speak. But I'm just stuck. I don't wanna take that road, but I do wanna be open to possibilities. I will admit, though, I'm intrigued, and dammit, curiosity did kill the cat.
Damn these ties that bind. They're a bitch.
I sent Fabrice a text message asking him if he was moving to Atlanta, cuz I hear things and I wanted to know from the source. So he answers me and can't let it go, he's got a million more questions. So I told him I didn't want to talk, I just needed to know if I was moving anytime soon (I know, not nice, but I don't care, so plllttt!). Then he asked (cuz that's how he gets down) if he could stay with me when he came to visit. I told him no, that he and his girlfriend weren't welcome. Sounds like I'm hating, right? Wrong.
Let me tell you about Fabrice's girlfriend. She used to be my friend, and I mean GOOD friend. Debra Hoyt. I listened to her cry over this man and that man and she was with me whenever Fabrice and I had drama.
We were teammates in high school, suitemates in college and just really good friends. We fell outta touch around when my mom passed (I'm getting a sense of deja vu here, so I'm gonna move on). Bottom line, she's with Fabrice and believe you me, she can have him, but I'll be damned if they make babies in my house. Absolutely NOT. So Fabrice got upset with me for being honest and basically said in not so many words that I was a bitch. Again, I don't care, it's how I feel, suck it up. Needless to say, that was last Tuesday and we haven't spoken since, but I'm not losing sleep over it, trust me. If I never see the two of them again, I'd be all too happy.
Now, on to today's revelation (I always have these things, don't I?). I was telling my friend Corey about this, too. I was talking about internet dating and I realized how screwed I was. On the internet, I'm funny, witty and sarcastic, I'm awesome. On the phone, I'm the same way. But, in person, people see me as a bitch. I don't know why the change of actually seeing me makes people hate me, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. Whatever.
Now, something else that happened today kinda knocked me off balance. I found myself attracted to someone. Someone I shouldn't be attracted to. I shouldn't be atrracted to him because he's younger than I am (and I mean YOUNGER) and also because sometimes you should just let the fantasy stay a fantasy (long story short, met a guy that was hot and sexy, called him, he was a dummy, lesson learned). Plus, there's a tie there that I really shoudn't mess with. He's a cutie and he's on my level, so to speak. But I'm just stuck. I don't wanna take that road, but I do wanna be open to possibilities. I will admit, though, I'm intrigued, and dammit, curiosity did kill the cat.
Damn these ties that bind. They're a bitch.
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