- Golf Guy: Now, I don't consider him an "ex" really, but he counts as someone that I had something with. Specific, huh? Things were going well (so I thought) back in early December and then he just fell off the face of the Earth. I decided not to pursue him because I'm sick of the chase. He knew where to find me if he was interested. Needless to say, I didn't really hear from him. He texted me his condolences on NYE about Granddaddy, which earned him some points in my book, but we hadn't really been talking since. Well, Friday night, the BFFAE and I had a slumber party. Mr. S (the BFFAE's BF) went out with Golf Guy (his BFF). I received a text from Golf Guy that night, asking how our girls' night was going. I can't say I was too surprised. I was, however, a little irritated. Dude...either you're interested or you're not. I'm too old for this game. I'm fragile. And impatient. We text-flirted for awhile, but that's basically the end of that.
- BJ: Let me give you a little history about BJ since I've never mentioned him. I met BJ (his initials for the blog's sake, not his real name) the summer before 9th grade (2000) on a church retreat. It was puppy love. We spent the week holding hands, talking for hours on end, and just being generally adorable. He lived at the beach, so we didn't do the "relationship" thing, but we definitely kept in touch and had major crushes on each other. I had an AT&T calling card with 1,000 minutes on it and I used to call him and talk for hours at night. This was before the days of cell phones, free long distance, and all that jazz. I had strong feelings for him that didn't go away quickly. We talked less frequently over the years, but every time we did talk, it was like no time had passed at all. (I feel really childish writing this, but it was the closest thing I'd known to love at age 14.) My junior year of high school, I called him and asked him if he would be my prom date. I knew it was a long shot since he lived almost 5 hours away, but I thought he was so dreamy and couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather go to prom with. He said he needed to check with his parents (they were divorced so he had to make sure it was ok on all fronts). Before hanging up, he said, "I love you and I will call you tomorrow." That was the last I ever heard from him. Yes, I'm bitter about it. I ended up going to prom with my gay friend, Justin, who was the best date ever. Fast forward to 2007 when I'm living in Italy. Guess who finds me on MySpace?! BJ sent me a message and apologized for the way things had ended and I felt like I got a little closure. Then, a few months later, he defriended me on MySpace because his girlfriend didn't want him talking to me. Mature. Recently, I found him and friended him on Facebook, just to see how life was going. Ok, you caught me, I wanted to Facebook stalk him. Happy? Saturday night I got a Facebook message from BJ. I stared at the icon on my phone just trying to imagine what in the world it would say. Was it spam? Did he actually have something to talk to me about? Did his wife know he was contacting me (because yes, he got married last year)? Would his wife care? Why should she care? Why did I care? I finally opened the message and here's what it said: "Hey Girl....How about give me a call 843-***-****.....I need to get your address. I have something of yours that you gave me a long time ago and you may want it back.....BJ" I knew immediately what it was: a ring. Somehow he'd ended up with a silver ring of mine and apparently he still had it...after 11 years. I summoned up the nerve to call him that night. (I was a ball of nerves because I hadn't heard his voice in years, I didn't know what to say to him, I still harbor a little bitterness towards him, and I was afraid his wife would answer. I'm lame.) We talked for about half an hour and caught up with each other's life. He said that he'd been keeping the ring and found it last week and wanted to send it back to me in case it held any sentimental value to me. I was touched. And I do want the ring back. Want to see what he looks like?
- CW: CW was my first serious relationship. I met him on a church mission trip called Salkehatchie (see a theme...). We met the summer before my senior year of high school (2003) and started dating pretty much right away. Again, this was a long distance thing (another unfortunate theme in my relationships). He lived about 3ish hours away and we both had cars, so it wasn't terrible. He would come and spend the weekend at my house about every 6 weeks. Doesn't sound like a lot, but it is when you're talking about being in high school and having your boyfriend come spend the weekend with you. He was my first "real" love. He wasn't the greatest boyfriend in the world, by he was mine. He came to see me for Valentine's Day and wore a Piggly Wiggly t-shirt. Not so classy. The following summer, we we went back on the same mission trip. (It was held in his hometown again so he was a volunteer.) Four days before our 1 year anniversary, while he was less than 2 miles from the church where we spent the night, he dumped me over the phone. I was heartbroken. Couldn't function. He said he just didn't love me anymore. We continued to see each other throughout the week and I put on my brave face. It also helped that I had a lot of guy friends on the trip and they made a point to talk about how great I was and how pretty I was right in front of him and he got pretty jealous. We patched things up as far as the friendship went and ended on a better note. We talked some over the years, mostly when he would call me when he was intoxicated. I've since deleted his number from my phone, as I had no reason to call him. Fast forward to this past Sunday morning. I checked my phone when I woke up for church and I had received an inappropriate text from a number I didn't recognize. What did the text say, you ask? Well, it wasn't awful, but it was certainly creepy: "I want to f you." Say what?! I texted back and asked who it was. I was thinking it was a wrong number or a friend playing a prank or just someone creepy that I would have to block immediately. It was CW. He responded and apologized. Apparently, one of his friends had taken his phone and sent out random inappropriate texts. We briefly texted back and forth about what we were up to these days and then said our goodbyes. And I'm sure you want to see him, too, huh?
|I took this picture from his Facebook. He's married, a cop, and has an adopted 7-year-old son.|
|This is CW. I don't really know what to say about him.|
So that was the awkwardness of my weekend. And I saw Black Swan. It was maybe the most disturbing movie I've ever seen, and I've seen some really disturbing movies. (My cousin forced me to watch Faces of Death. Google it if you dare.) I left the theater feeling really uncomfortable and anxious. And confused.