the odds

Riddle me puzzled.

How in this God's green earth do I keep - in a city of almost four million mind you - DO I KEEP FREAKIN' BUMPING INTO EXES??

You would think I would have had a better chance in Perth being that it's like - I don't know - a quarter of the size?? But no. Apparently a trip down memory lane is what is required in Melbourne. I suppose I shouldn't wail too much - of all the exes to bump into he's actually the least of them all. It would be far, far worse to bump into someone like Donut say.Although he's recently resurfaced in The Flatmates life and called her out of the blue for the first time in over a year.

Timing.

Still I've bumped into this particular memory trip twice in a month and he actually recognised me this time 'round.

On a side note, Friend With Benefits stayed over recently. And now.. we are no longer friends.

In a way it's nice... and a little strange. It's the first time in over ten years at least that I'm not friends with/talking to an Ex so it's kinda like waking up with a clean slate. It's also strange because they've been with me for so long and it was also not a deliberate cutting off decision with them more like they dropped off over a two year period.

I'm actually an anti-Friends-With-Exes girl. I personally think it's unnatural. I think you can only be friends with an ex if you've been with them for a certain time - either very little or very long. Little so that snarly, tangled emotion called love doesn't twist in on itself or long so you've had a chance for that feeling to fade... and the feeling of friendship to grow.

In truth I've just been friends with the exes as a Break In Case of Emergency. With a dash of Unfinished Business of course. Once the Business was found to be not unfinished but actually crap, there was nothing left.

With Friend With Benefits it was more a rapid realisation that a) this was no longer the person that I knew even five years ago b) that I didn't like the person they were now and c) I was tired of being shoved on a pedestal and told what was "good" for me. I feel bad that I ended it the way that I did but I don't feel bad that it's ended - just relieved.

The painful thing about it is that I'm now dreaming about ToyBoy and even had a dream about The Cop the other night! The conscious mind is ready to let go of them but apparently the subconscious mind is not..