I spoke to an ex a few times in this month. Probably not a good idea.
Speaking of exes, I met a designer who asked me what happened with my last serious girl. I don't know why I told her because I don't think I told anyone really, including you, did I
? No great drama, really. Quite the opposite, in fact.
: One random day, I picked up tickets to a show and got reservations at her favorite Japanese restaurant as a surprise. She said she couldn't make it that night because she was tired. So I tried to get her come out without ruining it and she hung up on me.
Her: That's it? That's crazy! You never told her?Me
) I tried but it hard talking to a dial tone.
Her: What? You couldn't leave a message?Me
: I coulda. But I felt that she shoulda been on my side
Her: That's your pride talking. I dunno who's more f____ up, you or her.Me
: I'd put money on me. (laughing
) Just a stupid misunderstanding; the sad thing is that she promised to always hear me out and I promised to always chose her over my pride. That worked out swimmingly. Hey, (smiling
) we're in New York, the night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks
. Does anything else really matter right now?
Her: (shakes head, grins)
It's been a while since I've thought of either ex.
Dunno if it's church, chicks, the checks or the rum, but
I've been oddly content.
That's not true - I know why. I'll tell you soon.