The INEVITABLE

Whoops..

Sometimes you get so deeply involved in living that you forget to necessities like writing in your blog.

I deeply apologize to those 'many' that have missed my meanderings. I love you two! ;)

So life..

da dum..

I suppose I could have done without my Valentines being marred by his admission, 3 days earlier, of sleeping with the very person causing the vast majority of my so called 'mental midget' moments. It's not that I 'knew it all along', it tends to be a bit more complicated than that. Most women will agree that although you get your fair share of gut feelings about things, we often ignore them, or attempt to beat them into submission purely to make them go away.

Alas, as always, it didn't work, and 3 days before the most commercially charged, albeit, highly romantic day of the year he rips my heart out, punts it down a field and scores a home run. Or whatever, I'm not up on sports analogies.

Thankfully I have a small handful of admirers/male friend-types that kept me afloat. It helps to have 2 male coworkers escort you out on a drunken night on the town and refer to you as their 'coworker who used to star in porn'. I didn't. It just felt nice. It also helps to have one of the above bring you a giant bouquet of pink flowers on Valentines so you can happily have something to arrange and snub your nose at the guy who can't keep his little man on a leash.

But I digress.

Anyway, the day after the hallowed day of breaking your man's pocketbook, he suggests going for a movie and dinner.

I should have known what might be on his mind when he suggests 'Hitch', the new movie starring Will Smith as a consultant for all those hapless men seeking to score big with the hottie they admire from afar.

A particularly potent line from the movie, "All women like to be swept off their feet."

"So, how do I sweep you off your feet?", he asks coyly, brushing my arm.

"Flowers, jewelry, wining and dining. Oh, scrap that, not cheating on me helps", I think to myself.

Instead I utter something unintelligible and cross my arms.

"What?", he smiles, obviously taking this as a good sign.

I clear my throat and roll my eyes, absorbing myself in the movie, the crack in the ceiling, the smell of popcorn from three aisles down, basically anything but him.

He sits back in his chair and gives me an odd sideways glance.

Yeah, charm only gets you so far. Apparently in his case, dumped, with a resentful ex and none of her wine gums. Ah ha.

So what else.. hmm..

I started seeing my ex, funnily enough, another Wayne again.

I'm really having a blast rediscovering him, as he's changed a lot from when we were a couple over 4 years ago.

I think now in retrospect we were both 2 vastly different people on different paths in life, so I suppose time will tell whether or not we have the go power to make something of it the second time.

I'm tired now, and we ordered chinese tonight, so away I go.