Him: Ran into your ex the other day...she didn't really want to talk about what happened with you two.

Me: Don't blame her - wasn't our best moment, if you will.

Him: Y'don't hate her?

Me: (thinking) Put it this way - if y'were a 31 year-old chick in a happy, stable, relationship, would you throw it all away on some meaningless flings? In other words, how much of a ______ would I have to be for her to do that? Wasn't our best moment. Wasn't my best moment. But I'm trying to be better.

Her: He and I were married 10 years. Now we're not. I had all these plans...

Me: Yeah, y'had all these beautiful plans. Now you gotta come up with new ones. And you will. Right now, y'think of them every minute yeah? But in a while, it'll be every other minute. Then it'll be every other hour. One day you'll realize, y'didn't think of them, or him, all day. Then someday months'll go by when y'don't think of them.

Her: I can't imagine that...

Me: That's what I thought.

Him: Nah. You can't wish that.

Me: Why not? Never wanna be that guy again.

Him: Cause you woulda never been the guy you are now, if you weren't the guy you once were.

Me: There are three types of people in the world. Single, sorta single and not single.
Me: (puzzled) Really, what's that?

Her: Hey Logan. (pause) I'd like to be friends. I think we could be friends.

I stayed in Thursday night; in a manner of speaking.

I had a dinner engagement with a politician but that's part of the gig. I've been out and about way too much.

That man in the mirror tells me to be single for a year. I dunno if I include the seven months in between No. 6 & 7 or just reset to zero.

Speaking of which, I called No. 6 to wish her a happy birthday recently. Again so odd; I didn't feel a thing for her. Cause she's not that chick and I'm not that guy.

I do miss her cats though - I never thought of myself as a pet person until she moved in with them. I was thinking about getting a cat, but I travel so much. Plus Harold's been through so much.

You know, right when we split, No. 7 got the most adorable puppy.

Seriously, if you saw this puppy and didn't love it at set go, you're most likely a scumbag.

I ran with her twice. So much fun. I loved that damn dog. I wish I took more pictures of her. I only have three. I wonder if she's bigger now. That's the problem with breakups, sometimes you just don't see it coming. If I had known, I would have bought her something to say goodbye.

I often wonder if the cats or the puppy would remember me if they ever saw me again.

It would secretly kill me if they didn't.

Then again, I barely remember me sometimes.

Ah, the weekend's here again.

Hello there. (smile) So...what's your name?

Thanks for all the comments to my last post - I found them really interesting. It's nice because I never know who reads this.

I meant to post this a while ago but I thought it was too long. It's my definition:

When I was 15, my best friend, Kevin, told me that my girl Diana cheated on me. We never spoke, I just shut her out. Stupid kid stuff.

Maybe a decade later, I drove by her home and, for some reason, I rang her doorbell. I expected her to slap me when she answered the door; instead, she let me in, gave me a smile and an apron. She had this huge bar of chocolate that she told me to chop for cookies.

So I went in and started chopping.

After a bit, I asked her, half-jokingly, what happened between us.

She stopped and answered:


Why weren't you?

I had no answer. Almost twenty years after the fact, I still have no answer. I don't remember anything else but I remember what she said.

That conversation started me off in being who I am now. In fact, I learned the phrases biggest fan and on your side that day.

It's why I'm always loyal.

You see, she doesn't know, but I still wonder if No. 7 ever found that job under the California sun; I wanna call her office someday and hear that message that says she's left the company she hates.

And I still wonder if Diana bought that ranch in Colorado that she dreamt of and has kids to help her make cookies. I wouldn't know, though.

I never saw her again.

But I hope she got it all.

As for me, I'm waiting for someone to be on my side again.

Music: But until then I'll do just fine on my own
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