So in the previous post I declared that I was over the man who I once considered the love of my life. It was only last night that I steadfastly decided that I was now and forever ok with the fact that things had not worked out. I decided that I had moved on. That instead of wanting to be with him, I just wanted him to be happy with whomever he was with.
Fate didn't like that declaration and she decided to put my claim to the test. (I say "she" because surely fate is a woman- sneaky, devious, and ever changing.)
THE VERY NEXT DAY (as in today) I was sitting at work and the boy decides to "pop in" to my work place for no other reason than to say hello. I put on a smile and sincerely hate how seeing him makes my heart pound. We make small talk as I ask how he is doing. About this time I notice an ill-proportioned, blond attachment on his hand. HE BROUGHT HIS GIRLFRIEND.
That is right folks. He kindly decided to grace me with his presence when he was with his new girlfriend. It was all I could do not to glare daggers at her or to suddenly lunge over my desk at her- so I instead ignored her (in true female fashion). I finished my small talk with the boy and he promptly decided to hit the road. No sooner had he walked back out of the door- but my eyes flooded with tears and I was forced to retreat to the women's restroom. I thought I was fine, I thought I was over it, and fate decided to put my declarations to the test.
I sure failed that test. Bah.
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3 comments:
Women are not sneaky and devious...I must disagree :P
Ill-proportioned, huh? Haha!
hee hee, ill-proportioned blonde attachment. I hope some day I become an ill-proportioned blonde attachment on some chick's hand.
Men are such sneaky jerks. You shouldn't glare at her though it's not her fault the genious brought her along to visit you. I long ago learned you can't really hate the poor girls that happen to get them instead of you, they often don't even know you exist.
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