Archive for April, 2008
In the clash against my yardmate, the score now stands at:
So I’m screwing around on match.com today, just checking out the possibilities and asked the computer to choose only 100% matches for me. I’m what he wants, and he’s what I want.
On page two (which was infinitely easier to find than the first time four years ago), I found:
And yes, he says he’s divorced.
So apparently, we’re divorced. I didn’t realize it, but hey, it’s just a piece of paper so there you have it.
My girlfriend said I should wink at him.
I didn’t feel like it.
Oh, I did. Four years ago. I suppose the lesson is that profiles and attraction to a photo won’t tell you how a relationship will go, how it will end. Parts of it were lovely while it lasted. For those parts I am truly, truly grateful.
I’m sitting in the coffee shop listening to a woman talk about just taking off for Jamaica — deciding that she needed to get out — didn’t tell anyone — didn’t ask a friend to go — just went.
This Stella most definitely needs to get her grove back.
Picture me with a soup spoon in hand, kneeling in front of a gopher hole, scooping out enough dirt to make a path into the hole, unscrewing a bottle of Lysol (undiluted) and pouring it in said hole. Rinse. Repeat.
My life. In a nutshell.