Ex-pectations

I had a run in with the ex this weekend.

I went from loving him all over again to hating him in less then 20 minutes. Talk about a mood swing, seriously. I wrote a poem professing my undying love for him and was about to post it on my blog, when he pissed me off and I erased it. Which also reminded me why I hate him and why my blog is strictly for venting.

Here’s a brief description of what happened…

I invited slow boy to a lounge on Thursday for some drinks, live music in an atmosphere of laid back people. The performers didn’t go on stage until 11 p.m. and slow boy had to work in the morning, so he passed on the opportunity to be my date.

It was cool. The real reason that I wanted him to tag along was in case my ex showed up. If slow boy and I looked like we were on a date my ex would more than likely leave me alone. So I brought a girlfriend instead as back up. (I try to avoid going places where my ex will be, but somehow it is a small city and no matter where I go, there he is).

The lounge was dimly lit when we walked in and there was a dude smooth talking to some jazz music on stage. I headed straight for the bar and ordered us two drinks, which the creepy guy in the corner ended up paying for -- thanks creepy guy in the corner. Everything was going great and then there he was, my ex, two o’clock.

You know I’m a firm believer that if you personally know someone and they aren’t dead, it is humane to be cordial. So, I tried to hide behind my friend, but he still spotted me and wasted no time in coming over to harass. He suffocated me with a bear hug and was all smiles as he backed me into a corner so we could “talk”. I must admit I’m a sucker for attention, because for some reason I stuck around to listen to his BS. I became weak for all the sweet nothings he was whispering in my ear and that damn forehead kiss. Why did he have to go there? I hate that damn forehead kiss!

The debilitated feeling didn’t last long after he told me he’d “be right back” and I caught him outside, trying to get some other chick’s phone number. Some things never change. I’m glad I caught him before I posted that love poem or that would have been really embarrassing…