odd.
my first honest to god boyfriend, the first person i ever truly fell in love with, is now engaged.
facebook (i.e. "the man") told me this, rather indirectly, at that.
this isn't surprising, really. they've been together for a few years, both work as performers on a carnival cruise line in the caribbean, she appears a bit religious, but must be a pretty awesome person, all around. i guess cool people tend to marry other cool people. at least that's the one big hope.
weird, but good news, news that makes me wonder if i would be happier not knowing it. i keep trying to pretend that i don't know it, but it's a bit like misplacing your wallet and wondering where the lost change went. i miss him but i don't miss him at all; i haven't seen him or really spoken to him in about three - or is it four? - no, three years. the only time we've been in contact since i returned from europe was a random phone call last december, when there was a chance he'd be stranded in san francisco overnight, and was afraid he'd have nowhere to go.
ironically, that was the night i met the boy i'm dating now. it could have been a much different evening. in the end, bryce took a midnight bus to redding, and i wondered just how far down the desperate list he got when he thought to call me.
in the off chance that he stumbles upon this - which, in the hazy universe that is the internet, would make it quite the off chance - bryce: i wish you the best of luck. you're going to be a kickass husband, and i bet someday you'll be a dad, too. thanks, i guess, for being happy and accomplishing all that you do.
odd.
but good.
facebook (i.e. "the man") told me this, rather indirectly, at that.
this isn't surprising, really. they've been together for a few years, both work as performers on a carnival cruise line in the caribbean, she appears a bit religious, but must be a pretty awesome person, all around. i guess cool people tend to marry other cool people. at least that's the one big hope.
weird, but good news, news that makes me wonder if i would be happier not knowing it. i keep trying to pretend that i don't know it, but it's a bit like misplacing your wallet and wondering where the lost change went. i miss him but i don't miss him at all; i haven't seen him or really spoken to him in about three - or is it four? - no, three years. the only time we've been in contact since i returned from europe was a random phone call last december, when there was a chance he'd be stranded in san francisco overnight, and was afraid he'd have nowhere to go.
ironically, that was the night i met the boy i'm dating now. it could have been a much different evening. in the end, bryce took a midnight bus to redding, and i wondered just how far down the desperate list he got when he thought to call me.
in the off chance that he stumbles upon this - which, in the hazy universe that is the internet, would make it quite the off chance - bryce: i wish you the best of luck. you're going to be a kickass husband, and i bet someday you'll be a dad, too. thanks, i guess, for being happy and accomplishing all that you do.
odd.
but good.