I met up with an ex. We got together when it seemed like she was at the tail end of a long relationship. Turns out that wasn't the case. I really did like this girl though, at times at least. As is my wont, when it seemed that she was all mine I couldn't help but feel mild disdain for her and my interest waned quickly. I didn't say anything but I guess my diminishing affection and lust was reflected in my behaviour towards her.
Eventually her ex got word back to her that he was leaving the country, she freaked out and went back to him. No big surprise really. They'd been together for 7 years. I couldn't compete with that.
I hadn't thought about this girl for a while but last night the feelings all came flooding back and the more I drank (which was a lot), the worse I felt about how things had turned out and the more I 'missed' her.
At the end of the night she went home to her apartment that she shares with her boyfriend. I didn't want to go home so I went to a club I go to often (and normally enjoy) and just kept drinking. Ebullience deserted me and all I could do was sit on a bar stool for maybe an hour, numbed and not enlivened by the alchohol, just watching the people around me go about their nightly rituals to the pounding soundtrack of Lady GaGa and Beyonce. The preening attention *****s, the girls taking photos on their smart phones to post on Facebook there and then, the women marching around the club with stone serious faces, on some secret mission I couldn't comprehend, the douchebags, the vultures lining the dance floors, the hook ups, the posturing and posing. For that hour I didn't feel like I was really there and felt even less like I wanted any part of it. Far from being joyful the whole scene took on a borderline sinister quality.
Too old? Confidence too low? Too affected by spending the evening with my beautiful and inscrutable ex? I don't know. I didn't want to go back there though and now, the morning after and badly hungover, I still don't.
What I do know is that I don't want to get hurt by a woman again. Even if that means shutting down all feelings and idiotic romantic notions, I would rather do that. Time not to protect my heart but to harden it. A new dawn beckons.
Eventually her ex got word back to her that he was leaving the country, she freaked out and went back to him. No big surprise really. They'd been together for 7 years. I couldn't compete with that.
I hadn't thought about this girl for a while but last night the feelings all came flooding back and the more I drank (which was a lot), the worse I felt about how things had turned out and the more I 'missed' her.
At the end of the night she went home to her apartment that she shares with her boyfriend. I didn't want to go home so I went to a club I go to often (and normally enjoy) and just kept drinking. Ebullience deserted me and all I could do was sit on a bar stool for maybe an hour, numbed and not enlivened by the alchohol, just watching the people around me go about their nightly rituals to the pounding soundtrack of Lady GaGa and Beyonce. The preening attention *****s, the girls taking photos on their smart phones to post on Facebook there and then, the women marching around the club with stone serious faces, on some secret mission I couldn't comprehend, the douchebags, the vultures lining the dance floors, the hook ups, the posturing and posing. For that hour I didn't feel like I was really there and felt even less like I wanted any part of it. Far from being joyful the whole scene took on a borderline sinister quality.
Too old? Confidence too low? Too affected by spending the evening with my beautiful and inscrutable ex? I don't know. I didn't want to go back there though and now, the morning after and badly hungover, I still don't.
What I do know is that I don't want to get hurt by a woman again. Even if that means shutting down all feelings and idiotic romantic notions, I would rather do that. Time not to protect my heart but to harden it. A new dawn beckons.