A friend was home from work sick, and bored. They decided to have a bit of a look around Facebook. I was on the phone with the friend and while I was on the phone my friend asked me a few questions. Friend asked:
The last question made me blurt out:
Where did the ex go to school?
Which year would he have left school?
How old is the ex?
Do you think he would have remarried?
"Oh good Lord, I hope not!" Then I thought better of the retort, so I explained (although with my friend no explanation would be necessary).
"I didn't mean it that way, I just hoped he wouldn't be making someone else miserable... I hope he's changed."
Well, he has remarried. I hope he's happy and he has a changed attitude*. He works thirty minutes away, and I could have bumped into him on shopping trips if he lives near where he works.
Finding out that he has remarried has been a bit of a slap in the face. I joined a couple of net "meeting" sites - and that's a whole other blog post**! It's a slap because I'm still single. Maybe it's because I've become fussy. OK, too fussy. And besides, most of the time I feel very unattractive*** and not too bright**** - and there's no opportunities here "in the sticks" to meet anyone, either.
*I have a hard copy of an email he sent me after he'd left. I'd asked him a question and he replied with the information I needed. I'd also mentioned that I was going to the football in Brisbane (NRL match between Broncos and Bulldogs) with a friend. He said he hoped I'd have a good time and that he realised that football was one of the many things I'd given up when I took up with him.
Perhaps he's changed.
**Yeah, but not now. Maybe one day.
*** I think I just miss my youth... and
****especially in a new job I'm sort-of learning, and being hammered in!
(Oh gosh, I think I'm in lust! He's a bit young, but I can dream!)
That's enough blargle from me. Cooking roast pork, must put some vegies on. And find the apple sauce.