2005-05-30 14:38:47Bombshell

Memorial Day wknd....a trip to remember an ex

Thursday nite meeting with the ex for the first time in two years, my reactions had gone from unusually nervous (alright, i'd say i was close to have a nerve breakdown before dinner) to pleasantly comfortable. For the first time we actually had great conversation and true laughs over dinner, even tho we did that every weekend for 6 weeks when we were going out, yet we hardly really got down to know each other. I didn't know what was there, if it was the passion, the physcial, the chemistry that had bounded us together even for the 2nd time around 2 years ago. We tried, but I was never to break into his perfect world, his perfect look and GQ body, his perfect brain, the perfect family background, his perfect wardrobe, even perfect voice. Truth was, he was never really trying to break into me and my soul, let alone.

We enjoyed each other's company and had a great time at dinner, as usual, he nvr let me paid even though now he's a poor fresh MBA grad. Well, let's not forget about his perfect family that's been paying prolly his bar fare and travel expenses ever since college.

He is smart, knows everything that's goin on in the world, the war, the economy, the policitics, the fashion, and he's got great taste, supported by ridiculously high income he was making. I'm smart, know everything that's goin on in the fasion magazine, but i can't care less about what's goin on in the world. Unfortunately, our conversations since day one we met had been composed of 90% intellectual and 10% personal. I can carry on a decent intellectual conversation over a beer when I want to, but when it's become my everyday lifestyle, it's just too much to bear.

When all the goods roll into one, how can one not take it for granted?
Joel is spoiled, self-centered, and easily annoyed. He's friendly, but he's never personable, and he's not concerned about it of course, he's always gotten what he wants anyway. When it comes to dating, he'd put you on the pedestal, worship you, sacrifice a mountain goal or two in your honor, plant a fricking flag with ur picture on it and declare you the queen of the empire. He's like a perfectly designed robot with advanced emotional infusion, yet he can only do that much, sadly, he never broke into me. I used to be sad letting this perfect package slide, but I believe it's the right connection everyone in this universe is seeking in their love lives, and now I can see it more clearly.