Bad idea to be friends
The insomnia lasted three days. Which, let’s face it, is better than having a whole month of it, like August.
A buddy of mine sent me this article, probably because she thinks it’s a bad idea for me to try to be friends with the Gymgirl.
I get that. I’m actually not friends – on social media or otherwise – with anyone I’ve dated seriously. (Anyone else, rather). After all, we ended for a reason and the negatives of staying friends probably outweighs the positives.
Having said that, I am friends with about 1/3 of the people I dated (very) casually.
Plus, I’ve got a number of people I’ve met throughout the years that are of the opposite sex and we just kept in touch for one reason or another.
I recently reconnected with my old LJ friend Seemore and we caught up the other day. Pretty crazy how our lives unfolded.
And I just found out that the 18 year-old Italian I met on an airplane is getting married. It makes me happier than you might imagine that she found me and stayed friends.
Finally, just recently at a train station, I ran into the other Italian that I went with to Roosevelt Island all those years ago.
Me: (turning) Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you moved away for school?
Her: I did – I’m back.
Me: Do you live in the Upper West Side now?
Her: Yup, we’re neighbors! If you’re going downtown right now, let’s catch up.
Funny, who stays and who leaves your venn diagram. And who shows up again.
Him: How many laco-ovo-vegetarians did you date?
Me: Put it this way: If you put me in a room with 100 single women, I’ll end up with either the only 23 year-old laco-ovo-vegetarian or the lesbian from the group.
When I was dating the Gymgirl, I picked up two people, just to see if I could. Told her about it.
In hindsight, I’m kicking myself for not asking if they were laco-ovo-vegetarians or not.
Him: (laughing) Why does that matter?
Me: (joking) I wanna know what’s in store for me after all these years. God, if I keep meeting 23 year-olds again, I’m gonna shoot myself.
Location: this weekend, in an Italian restaurant with my favourite two people. Italians are a recurring theme in my life, evidently.
Music: each morning I get up, I die a little
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