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.
Her: Logan!
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.
Turning back to the topic of dating, one of my biggest hangups is that I assume I’m just just going to end up meeting one laco-ovo-vegetarian after another, no matter what I do.
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.
Mood: thinking
Music: each morning I get up, I die a little
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