Over it. October 13, 2006
The Ex showed up at my office yesterday morning. Unannounced. The front desk rang - I had a visitor. I thought it was a mistake; I never have visitors.
But there he was. In all his 6’2”, well-dressed, successful architect, bastard child of Johnny Knoxville and Jude Law glory.
And yet, for perhaps the first time since I met him my freshman year of college during the dwindling hours of a house party in then-still-unfamiliar Philadelphia, I wasn’t attracted to him. At all. Not even the slightest bit.
In fact, I was annoyed that he was there, in my office. I continue to be annoyed that he’s here, in my city. In my life. Even if only for a weekend.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve remained friends ever since we decided to no longer be anything more. And he’s been a good casual friend, with no ulterior motives, someone who roots for my relationship’s success and sends random, hilarious emails when he’s bored in the middle of the day.
But in that moment, yesterday morning, when I saw him leaning against the front desk, smiling that smile, the one that used to be able to get him out of anything (including not showing up at my 21st birthday party until 3am, drunk out of his mind and about two seconds away from vomiting on my comforter) … it hit me. I’m not even that interested in maintaining a friendship with this person outside of our group of mutual friends any longer.
He represents my past and seeing him (for the first time since I’ve been with the Boy) in the light of my new relationship brought something into focus that I’ve been wrestling with for a while: it’s time to leave that all behind. He’s great and all but I’ve finally moved on.
Aww. I agree.
Though I don’t know about agreeing with a possibility of a man not having ulterior motives. Ha.
Way to go Clink.
Toodle-loo to the Ex!
I hate being friends with ex’s. It is really not a good idea, I think your feelings are reactions were quite sensible. Congrats on moving on!