I know. I know! I told you I'd tell you about the night I kind of got dumped and never did. The truth is, there's not very much to tell. The day before Thanksgiving I sent La Dispute Guy a sort of dramatic, extremely long message pretty much telling him everything that was wrong with us--or more specifically, him--and at the end of his very patient, very thorough response, he said he thought it would be best if we made a conscious decision to stop doing whatever it is we were doing. There's been debate among people who have read the messages whether he ended things or I did since I sent the initial message, but it doesn't matter because either way the result is the same: he's my noyfriend no more.
To say I didn't take it well would be a gross understatement. I moped; I wallowed; I went on and on about it to everyone I know; I, um, for reasons that make no sense at all, even to me, stalked all of his ex-wife's social media which did nothing but make me feel worse than ever because, omg, the woman is perfect. She's smart and gorgeous, a good person and a good mom; she's a writer (she even published a fucking book); she runs. I'll tell you what she is, people who read my blog: she's a better version of me. No wonder LDG didn't love me. If I were him, I'd probably never love anybody else ever again. I know my limitations, and let me tell you, I am no competition for that. It was silly of me to even try.
But, Silly, well, that's my middle name. So is Tenacious... and Obtuse...and Doesn't Know When to Stop (my full name is extremely long).
I'm finally coming to my senses, though, finally making my way to the other side, and shock of all shocks, lying on the other side, waiting for me to finish my journey is something I totally didn't foresee:
somebody wants me to be his girlfriend.
You're shocked, right? Like completely blown the fuck away, all, How did that even happen? and Where did this guy even come from? I completely understand because I, too, was pretty fucking shocked, and while I don't know if I feel comfortable telling you who he is just yet--okay, I do know, and I don't--it's somebody you've heard of, one of the guys I dated post divorce, one of the few who I didn't lose interest in at all. We stayed friends, and well, I guess he finally came to his senses and realized how awesome I am--as most people eventually do--because last week he extended a "formal proposal" for me to be his girlfriend.
And, yeah. I'm pretty scared.
Like I told him, I haven't been anybody's significant other in over four years. For more than four years, I've done whatever I want with whomever I want without giving my actions a second thought, and I'm not just talking stuff that has to do with sex. I haven't had to check in with anyone when I'm out, tell someone where I'm going, make up excuses for staying out late; I could plan road trips across the country and not have to run it by anyone, fly out on a whim. I could live absolutely, completely, utterly for me.
Being someone's girlfriend? I don't know if I remember how--for example, this post? Probably a faux pas--but suddenly it seems plausible that I'm--we're all--going to find out.
To say I didn't take it well would be a gross understatement. I moped; I wallowed; I went on and on about it to everyone I know; I, um, for reasons that make no sense at all, even to me, stalked all of his ex-wife's social media which did nothing but make me feel worse than ever because, omg, the woman is perfect. She's smart and gorgeous, a good person and a good mom; she's a writer (she even published a fucking book); she runs. I'll tell you what she is, people who read my blog: she's a better version of me. No wonder LDG didn't love me. If I were him, I'd probably never love anybody else ever again. I know my limitations, and let me tell you, I am no competition for that. It was silly of me to even try.
But, Silly, well, that's my middle name. So is Tenacious... and Obtuse...and Doesn't Know When to Stop (my full name is extremely long).
I'm finally coming to my senses, though, finally making my way to the other side, and shock of all shocks, lying on the other side, waiting for me to finish my journey is something I totally didn't foresee:
somebody wants me to be his girlfriend.
You're shocked, right? Like completely blown the fuck away, all, How did that even happen? and Where did this guy even come from? I completely understand because I, too, was pretty fucking shocked, and while I don't know if I feel comfortable telling you who he is just yet--okay, I do know, and I don't--it's somebody you've heard of, one of the guys I dated post divorce, one of the few who I didn't lose interest in at all. We stayed friends, and well, I guess he finally came to his senses and realized how awesome I am--as most people eventually do--because last week he extended a "formal proposal" for me to be his girlfriend.
And, yeah. I'm pretty scared.
Like I told him, I haven't been anybody's significant other in over four years. For more than four years, I've done whatever I want with whomever I want without giving my actions a second thought, and I'm not just talking stuff that has to do with sex. I haven't had to check in with anyone when I'm out, tell someone where I'm going, make up excuses for staying out late; I could plan road trips across the country and not have to run it by anyone, fly out on a whim. I could live absolutely, completely, utterly for me.
Being someone's girlfriend? I don't know if I remember how--for example, this post? Probably a faux pas--but suddenly it seems plausible that I'm--we're all--going to find out.
