The girl I met a week or two ago flakes on our date at the last minute.
She sends me a string of messages claiming all manner of calamity, I tell her not to worry about it, that I have to be up early, and some other time.
That night she sends me a strange text, something about honestly not wanting to hang out.
I don't reply.
Two days later, I'm working my side job, and she texts asking what nights I'm free next week.
I don't reply because I don't have fucking time for flakes and my rotation is packed right now anyhow.
I get a strange text from a number I don't recognize the following day, and a phone call asking who I am. Then a call from her number no less than 10 minutes later, but she insists we met in a bar and that I don't remember her because I was drunk but this is impossible because we met during the day and I was more certainly not drunk at 11am on a *****day. I hang up the phone and I don't hear from her again, fortunately.
Strange days, indeed.
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I run into my ex-wife and her friends. Later her boyfriend shows up.
She doesn't know my girlfriend is standing outside around the front of the venue.
I decide to wisely avoid some awkward meet n' greet. I feel nothing when I see her, save irritation. She knows I would be here and it's just tiresome and I let it go rather than expend emotional energy on her in some vaguely nostalgic capacity. She takes off and I'm relieved there wasn't some big, atrocious, classless scene because her behavior has been increasingly erratic as of late.
My girl takes off with her friend and I meet up with them later. I don't drink anything the whole time I'm downtown and the night is warm and it feels good and some girls flirt with me but I am nonplussed and it's all confusing and yet not at the same time.
I drive my girl back to her place and her curly blonde hair tickles my face and she falls asleep quickly, before we even fool around, and it's fine and I lay in the dark of the room on her bed with her resting on my chest, breathing deeply, and I know this is just a moment in my life that will give way to others and they will be good, bad, boring, exciting, cathartic, meaningless, and meaningful but as I try to extract some knowledge of self or of the matrix or of the human condition from this moment I realize I am tired and I let that slip from me and I simply take it as it is and it is simple and good and I am simply a man, doing the best he can with a cute girl curled up on his arm as she sleeps peacefully by his side.
This moment, in THIS exact moment, I have no need or purpose or real tangible reason for anxiety or doubt or any of that, and for a split second, I am exactly in the moment.
I sleep and don't remember my dreams, get up, get breakfast and head to the gym to train.
She sends me a string of messages claiming all manner of calamity, I tell her not to worry about it, that I have to be up early, and some other time.
That night she sends me a strange text, something about honestly not wanting to hang out.
I don't reply.
Two days later, I'm working my side job, and she texts asking what nights I'm free next week.
I don't reply because I don't have fucking time for flakes and my rotation is packed right now anyhow.
I get a strange text from a number I don't recognize the following day, and a phone call asking who I am. Then a call from her number no less than 10 minutes later, but she insists we met in a bar and that I don't remember her because I was drunk but this is impossible because we met during the day and I was more certainly not drunk at 11am on a *****day. I hang up the phone and I don't hear from her again, fortunately.
Strange days, indeed.
---
I run into my ex-wife and her friends. Later her boyfriend shows up.
She doesn't know my girlfriend is standing outside around the front of the venue.
I decide to wisely avoid some awkward meet n' greet. I feel nothing when I see her, save irritation. She knows I would be here and it's just tiresome and I let it go rather than expend emotional energy on her in some vaguely nostalgic capacity. She takes off and I'm relieved there wasn't some big, atrocious, classless scene because her behavior has been increasingly erratic as of late.
My girl takes off with her friend and I meet up with them later. I don't drink anything the whole time I'm downtown and the night is warm and it feels good and some girls flirt with me but I am nonplussed and it's all confusing and yet not at the same time.
I drive my girl back to her place and her curly blonde hair tickles my face and she falls asleep quickly, before we even fool around, and it's fine and I lay in the dark of the room on her bed with her resting on my chest, breathing deeply, and I know this is just a moment in my life that will give way to others and they will be good, bad, boring, exciting, cathartic, meaningless, and meaningful but as I try to extract some knowledge of self or of the matrix or of the human condition from this moment I realize I am tired and I let that slip from me and I simply take it as it is and it is simple and good and I am simply a man, doing the best he can with a cute girl curled up on his arm as she sleeps peacefully by his side.
This moment, in THIS exact moment, I have no need or purpose or real tangible reason for anxiety or doubt or any of that, and for a split second, I am exactly in the moment.
I sleep and don't remember my dreams, get up, get breakfast and head to the gym to train.
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