Co-Existence
So an ex-boyfriend called me the other day. He said he'd "arrived in my town" and would like for me to give him a call. So I did. And you know what, it wasn't so bad.
Wasn't phenomenal, but wasn't bad. Is this the beginning of a friendship that's labored at best? Absolutely not. I will give him some highlights and pointers for the Atlanta area, but babysitting his son or giving his girlfriend tips on where to shop are out of the question. I'm just not that mature. I made the call, I deserve the f'n medal of valor for that move alone.
The whole thing is reminiscent of the scene in Closer when Clive Owen (Larry) and Jude Law (Dan) are having what seems to be a very civil conversation. Just when Dan's starting to feel better about himself and leave Larry's office, Larry says, "Dan, I lied to you. I really did fuck Alice (Dan's ex-girlfriend). I'm sorry I had to tell you, but I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster." And that's it, in a nutshell.
I'm not gonna make nice with the happy couple so they think what they did was all right by me, but I'm not having arsonistic (<--- if that's not a word, it is now) thoughts about their new home, either. I don't cry myself to sleep at night cuz I thought Fabrice was the one and Debra took him from me, I've moved on. But the move was foul (none of her exes were really worth snatching up so she'd understand where I was comin' from...except fly ass Bajan Mark (but I didn't go there, why? cuz "Debra's my homegirl"...see how that panned out)...WOW) and that's the bottom line. So we ain't homies on any level, apparently never were (I take that back, we were tight...which kinda makes it worse, doesn't it? Ah well).
Anyway, they live far enough for me not to worry about a run-in and they've got a kid and their own life together to worry about, so I'm sure we can co-exist in the same state without incident.
Wasn't phenomenal, but wasn't bad. Is this the beginning of a friendship that's labored at best? Absolutely not. I will give him some highlights and pointers for the Atlanta area, but babysitting his son or giving his girlfriend tips on where to shop are out of the question. I'm just not that mature. I made the call, I deserve the f'n medal of valor for that move alone.
The whole thing is reminiscent of the scene in Closer when Clive Owen (Larry) and Jude Law (Dan) are having what seems to be a very civil conversation. Just when Dan's starting to feel better about himself and leave Larry's office, Larry says, "Dan, I lied to you. I really did fuck Alice (Dan's ex-girlfriend). I'm sorry I had to tell you, but I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster." And that's it, in a nutshell.
I'm not gonna make nice with the happy couple so they think what they did was all right by me, but I'm not having arsonistic (<--- if that's not a word, it is now) thoughts about their new home, either. I don't cry myself to sleep at night cuz I thought Fabrice was the one and Debra took him from me, I've moved on. But the move was foul (none of her exes were really worth snatching up so she'd understand where I was comin' from...except fly ass Bajan Mark (but I didn't go there, why? cuz "Debra's my homegirl"...see how that panned out)...WOW) and that's the bottom line. So we ain't homies on any level, apparently never were (I take that back, we were tight...which kinda makes it worse, doesn't it? Ah well).
Anyway, they live far enough for me not to worry about a run-in and they've got a kid and their own life together to worry about, so I'm sure we can co-exist in the same state without incident.
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