MIC Wars: Attack of the Ex's
It seems that people living in a city such as Adelaide can never escape their past.
The past two years for me have been countless attempts to create a new life for myself, and within let me count it......less than 24 hours i have randomly had encounters with three of my ex's.
I also dont mean the man you dated for 2 months back when you were going through that i just need to be with someone period. These were significant, puppy love ex's. Starting from the age of 15 up!
So what is it about bumping into the ex that somehow makes us bump into our past and makes us think either what the hell i was thinking, or why did i let them go?
First off, me and DeliHunni were shopping in lets say a low budget department store as she has twisted me into a bargain hunter. Now i dont live at home, this has come of great use. So the last place i expected to see an old significant other shopping with his new 2 yr significant other. My sheer embarassment was at how i looked, needless to say he has taken a nose dive since we dated.....but the woman in me still wanted to look better....and running around in trackies, a brasil jacket, black punk cap, undone hair and no make up definately did not pull this off. Ofcourse he also had to be in every area of the shop that i seemed to be in.
Not to be the typical woman, but why is it we have to compare ourselves to our ex's new girlfriends? Is it to see what they put us on the same plate with, or whether they had it good with is and we feel some satisfaction in knowing we came better off?
I know this will sound very sexist and probably portray us fine ladies as vindictive or whatever, but sadly it's the truth. Im sure you men have your vices with ex's also.
So after encountering ex No.1 with his (not as good as me haha) girlfriend, me and DeliHunni headed home. Enjoyed a nice dinner, watched our show which can be also translated as the Bible for women and then 'boop'. My slightly odd, but discreet msg tone sounds....
It is THE ex. Well...... The ex that took this little MIC's innocence.
Wanting to catch up. Which he has wanted to do often recently.
I dont hate him, i'll never be capable of that so i considered catching up. Except this happened to be with all his friends who magically know about me. I can only guess what they know so i opted out. It would be like being a puppy in a pet store, people know what kind of breed you are, they're just yet to see you! No thanks!
So after bailing on that idea, i enjoyed the rest of my night and most of the next day. Then.....
Ex No.3 msg'd me as well!
This you could say was my high school crush that never eventuated till well after high school. I took his innocence and i didnt think men got that attachment thing......but im proven wrong.
The crush is now long gone and after attempts to nicely let him done, he still does not get the msg. Infact, his msg was more like what he loves about me, and how on earth can he find a way to catch up with me.
I dont hate him either, so i feel bad refusing to see him. But if i do, i know how awkward it will be.
So my weekend has been somewhat emotionally draining and has taken me on a rollercoaster ride of my life, my loves. Maybe we're not meant to escape our past. Maybe it serves as a ever reminding text book from high school on how to do and not to do things.
So with visits from the past? Did we learn it all in high school?
3 Comments:
Hi MIC,
I think of Adelaide as a black hole. It sucks you in, and keeps you there with its good restaurants and comfortable lifestyle. The longer you live here, the less you want to leave. It takes a lot of energy to break out, but you only live once...
9:27 PM
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, bay-beh...
Whoa, completely thought I was Ian Astbury from The Cult just then. Where did THAT fucking come from?
Anyways, Cute Stuff, who gives a shit how shit you thought you looked? If I saw you "running around in trackies, a brasil jacket, black punk cap, undone hair and no make up" I'd be checking out your arse wondering if there's any genuine association with that Brasil jacket or whether you was just teasing Sir Mix-a-lot style. Yeah, I wouldn't be worrying about the rest. But that's just me; dirty and well-shaven. :)
Since I know you don't like to go 'there' I'll leave it at that and add that make-up doesn't do much other than enable you to feel better about yourself. I wear it to please myself and myself only. The bitches can fuck off and get their own as far as I'm concerned coz they ain't touching mah shit.
I don't know a single guy - wait, wait, I meant I don't know a guy who's single - who digs chicks with make-up. There, I said it.
Oh, and yes Adelaide can be a bit claustrophobic when it comes to bumping into exs. Did I mention that I went to Tokyo last week and bumped into MANY weird-arsed chicks? There, I said it again. They were mostly flat as pancakes in the backdoor department.
Come to think of it, Tokyo's backdoor departments and front door, upstairs departments were pretty similar, except the front door, upstairs department was padded. I guess they're both in the same building though, aren't they?
;)
2:15 PM
When she comes to turn me down...
london_still78
3:28 PM
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