how unique are we?
Some five years ago, on her birthday, we had one too many gin tonics. I confided in her gentle bits about my ex, because he had sent me flowers that day and saddened me. He sent me flowers for my birthday, seven days late, yet flowers he had never sent or bought when he wasn't my ex. I was disturbed enough with the gesture, and the beautiful roses, to tell her why I was disturbed and why he was my ex. She either didn't listen or didn't remember.
The next year, she got together with my ex. I was happy for them and hoped that they would last longer than we did. Meanwhile, I was seeing a pretty cool guy, most of the time--in the nude--and thus, everybody was lovely in love. That year, my ex sent me just an SMS for my birthday, yet again seven days late. Funny pattern; still, a nice gesture from an ex.
The next spring, they were still together. I had lost my hot, prolonged fling and met a new guy. We had an amazing chemistry that was worth investigating. Then he didn't know where and when, though he kept pushing, at the same time, and some delicate questions on my part revealed that he was sort of married, with a child. I was saddened again by being offered the mistress role; when in love, I love being able to shout about it from the rooftops, not hide--mostly from many common friends. I said no, he was upset, we didn't speak for a while.
That fall, I met her accidentally one evening and she told me about having broken up with my ex. For 100% the same reason I had, years before. He was now our ex and, luckily, he got together with someone else meanwhile, someone lasting.
The next year I met her in the summer, several times, in town,casually. Her new boyfriend had no name. She was forbidden to visit him at the hospital. She wasn't saying a word about him, I didn't ask. Neither made a connection; how could I?
That winter, I went to her birthday again. The married guy showed up, too, and we had a pleasant conversation; it was nice that we could be out in the same circles again and say more than a passing hi/ bye, how are you/ fine.
More than one year passed and her mysterious boyfriend finally received a name this year. It was the married guy. They were moving together. Maybe he's unmarried now. I'm startled.
What are the odds that two girls share two love interests, two chemistries? Probably higher than I imagine. And probably not at all connected with the fact that her birthday is one week later than mine. We have the same age, the same star sign, the same gender, and a bit more in common.
The next year, she got together with my ex. I was happy for them and hoped that they would last longer than we did. Meanwhile, I was seeing a pretty cool guy, most of the time--in the nude--and thus, everybody was lovely in love. That year, my ex sent me just an SMS for my birthday, yet again seven days late. Funny pattern; still, a nice gesture from an ex.
The next spring, they were still together. I had lost my hot, prolonged fling and met a new guy. We had an amazing chemistry that was worth investigating. Then he didn't know where and when, though he kept pushing, at the same time, and some delicate questions on my part revealed that he was sort of married, with a child. I was saddened again by being offered the mistress role; when in love, I love being able to shout about it from the rooftops, not hide--mostly from many common friends. I said no, he was upset, we didn't speak for a while.
That fall, I met her accidentally one evening and she told me about having broken up with my ex. For 100% the same reason I had, years before. He was now our ex and, luckily, he got together with someone else meanwhile, someone lasting.
The next year I met her in the summer, several times, in town,casually. Her new boyfriend had no name. She was forbidden to visit him at the hospital. She wasn't saying a word about him, I didn't ask. Neither made a connection; how could I?
That winter, I went to her birthday again. The married guy showed up, too, and we had a pleasant conversation; it was nice that we could be out in the same circles again and say more than a passing hi/ bye, how are you/ fine.
More than one year passed and her mysterious boyfriend finally received a name this year. It was the married guy. They were moving together. Maybe he's unmarried now. I'm startled.
What are the odds that two girls share two love interests, two chemistries? Probably higher than I imagine. And probably not at all connected with the fact that her birthday is one week later than mine. We have the same age, the same star sign, the same gender, and a bit more in common.
Labels: friendz, grrl stuff, methinks
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